I went to the clothes store this morning to get some clothes for my new job.  New job.  My new job.  I picked out a bunch of shirts (I have to wear black shirts at my new job.  Kind of a bummer but at least I can grow that Dan Haggerty beard back) and walked into the dressing room to try them on.  The dressing room with it’s big fucking mirror.  I’ve always thought that you look prettier if you don’t look in mirrors but here I was, shirtless, looking …

BCE. Best Christmas Ever.
It started with Matias coming over with a huge pork loin with peaches and cinnamon and tasty fatty bits (he even brought a baster - which I still have), basmati rice and yummy potato salad made by the world famous Carmen Burns’ mom. We ate, we drank, we watched some TV and drank some more.
A note on Christmas in Brazil: It happens on Christmas Eve and it happens fucking late. The shit usually doesn’t end until 1 or 2am with family and gifts and food. Matias had …

Here’s some new pictures of my new house. It’s actually a barracão, an in-law house or a garage apartment. It’s amazing and I’m totally in love with it. I thanked some people in the last post but I want to reiterate their awesomeness.
Steve spent two full days painting and hanging shelves and generally being a great friend.
The list of shit that Matias has done is ridiculous. Moving, calling, finding, searching. My go-to fucking guy.
Carmen Fucking Burns. “Calm the fuck down, J. Everything’s gonna be fine.” I’m eating off her plates …