All day, every day. All day, every day.

1. The headline in the local news is "49 stolen cows coming home".  How the hell does one steal 49 cows? And they made it all the way to Pennsylvania from Massachusetts. WHAT?! "Police say cattle-rustling was not a random act." Poor cows. The cows were valued at $4200, but can you really put a price on on our bullish friends?! I think not.

2. It was my childhood friend Du's bday last week. Her sister's birthday, as well as a family friend's, are all in the same week. To celebrate, there was a shindig at her family's house. Du's sister made a mix of the number one songs from that week starting with the year she was born.  This was amazing.  Du and I were legit dancing machines, the moon was quite full and blue, and life is/was good.  We decided life should be like this on the regs.  All day, every day, all day every day.  To begin, I'm going to start my day off by playing "Gangsta's Paradise" and see where that leaves me.  I'm fairly certain it will leave me feeling amaaaaaazing every day. All day, every day.

Also, at the boa festa, I had the urge to climb under a small table.  Sometimes I get these odd urges to climb under, over, through areas, a kind of extreme walking of sorts to spice up life. Du encouraged me to go with it.  Hence, this:

3. I went to see Beirut (band,not capital of Lebanon) the other night, lovely.  A fellow patron of the arts was trying to take a picture of the band but ended up accidentally taking this pic of me, with a star on my ass. I feel a light forming a star on one's ass must be a wonderful sign of sorts.