Brad said to me a few weeks ago, “When there’s nothing on the blog I just assume things must be going well.” Not true really. I’m writing here when things are going well. If I write about the shitty things it’s because they’re not shitty anymore. I can only write about them then. Post-shitty. So, here I am, post-shitty. Post the shittiest I’ve been in years. Probably 5 five years. It was dark. I was hanging out with the dark friends in that cramped and moldy dark place they like …

I went on a date on Wednesday with the girl from the wedding. I spent the bulk of the day alternating between trying to think of ways I could get out of it and reassuring myself that it’s the right thing to do: good for me, good for my portuguese and good for the universe. I didn’t want to bail because she wasn’t hot. I didn’t want to bail because I didn’t think it would be fun. We had a crazy good time at the wedding. I wanted to bail …

On the right: Pork with grilled onions. On the left: spaghetti, fries, rice, tomato, romaine, beans.
Cost R$9
Eu gosto Brasil.