Today was awesome. I woke up early to have great sex. I took Susan to work and headed over to Farmer Jack to pick up avacados. For what you ask? Well only for a birthday bash for Jason. See I was asked/volunteered to cook for the party. So I made fajitas, beans, guacamole, salsa and three cakes for 40 people. All this morning. Of course everybody loved the food. I am very pleased with myself. The party was a lot of fun. That thing with the midget and the donkey was sweet. Oh and I broke the pinata.

Rayburn : A man... can be an artist... in anything. In food, whatever... it depends on how good he is... at it. Creasey's art is death... he's about to paint his masterpiece. I don't have anything else to say.

Heres the thing about the pinata. The move was perfect. I've never had one of those before. It felt effortless, swift, decisive and devestating. So I realize that I have a gift for physical movement of a violent nature. I have done a lot of thinking lately about violence and aggression. But I haven't gathered all my thoughts on the matter yet so I won't get into it now. But I will say that I believe that my purpose for existing is directly linked to violence.

Romans 12:21
Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.

Anyway things are good the moneys coming in and work is great. I get to go to Honda school next week so that will be interesting.

What a great arrangement I cook Susan does the dishes.