do you ever look at your stats and go "who the fuck?". i expect to get random visitors from hood searches and the like, or for specific things in bar harbor, but sometimes i see who's checking in and it just confounds me. and then i think of all the blogs i read that i hate but i read them anyway just so i can say to myself "what a dumb blog". and i really wonder if that's me to all these people. wouldn't that be depressing.

it isn't as though it matters who comes here. it's on the internet for chrissakes. it boggles the mind all the folks who have internet journals marked private. what's the point. if you're going to write something on the internet you have no reasonable expectation of privacy. i'll never understand it.

i put a banana in my desk trashcan, there was an accident...it wouldn't do to dwell on it, and now all i can think about is banana bread. the smell is driving me insane. banana nutty brown sugary goodness. speaking of brown sugary goodness, i saw a recipe for my mom's famous strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar. it's not so much a recipe as dip the strawberries in sour cream and then roll them in brown sugar. it's more instructions. instructions from the mouth of god. those are some yummy strawberries, if you've never had them that way you should try it. my mom actually stole it from my sister's swanky alma mater. the only good thing she ever got from that school, or so she said. and then i saw it somewhere and i can't for the life of me find it again. it only matters because they suggest spicing the sugar with cinnamon. i'm just now sure...strawberries and cinnamon? maybe if there were chocolate involved...even then i'm not so sure. so i'm wondering what you folks think...cinnamon and strawberries yay or nay?

go ahead, keep telling me to wake up...one of these days i'm gonna be armed.

and the first thing i heard when i got back..."THEY CALL IT A CROSSWALK NEW YORK!!!". it's good to be in baaah haabaah.