Twentysomething

the bronze sunlight peeked underneath steely clouds, glinting playfully at the departed temperamental rain; bouncing citrus hues off the dark shiny puddles splayed along the slick sidewalks, matted by ivory cherry blossoms. the streetlights popped emerald shadows off rubied tenements, as the hopeful dusk reveled in the coming of the

Ever since Nobu came back from his project overseas, we've gotten back into our college routine – working out for hours, bullshitting about the lack of available hot girls out there, and for the remaining months of spring, watching the NBA playoffs.

It's still elusive as ever.  I should have grown passed it by now.  My friends are beginning to, but I'm still hitting second gear.

Off you go, to your glass castles with glass hearts and glass minds unblinking glass lives.

Customer Support. It's only after I've done it for my company (due to an emergency) that I realize how shady it is. Smokes and mirrors.

Now the guys restrooms aren't exactly know for their cleanliness, but one thing that pisses (!) me off is the "splatterage" that is preventable in practically all restroom stalls.