Can I take a second to brag about my fantastic grandparents? G’ma and G’pa absolutely floor me sometimes. Ever since I moved to New York, it’s like they became these urban-savvy hipsters out of nowhere. We’re talking cell-phone swapping, Columbia House-buying, DTV-watching, internet surfing, Tracy Chapman-listening metro-trendoids. My g’pa owns MOULIN ROUGE on DVD (the special edition). My g’ma likes Tracey Chapman. Who these ppl? It makes no sense, I absolutely love it. So I’ve spent the entire day chowing down on good southern food. We had a bigass Texas breakfast and I hung out with my little sister, who is even prettier than last time I saw her, she’s studying to become a photographer. Every few minutes she’ll see something and we have to stop everything so she can take a picture of it. It’s cute (for now), but the next time she squeals and makes me put my mini-discman down so we can go take a picture of a squirrel on the road… I might have to take the camera away. The weather is nice and breezy, my g’parents have some land out here. Texas is goregeous right now. Not missing Gotham too much.

So we begin on a day that should have been pretty cool.  I slept in late, woke up to this AWESOME rain outside my window, and kicked my covers off and had one of those great big full-body stretches that lasts really long and gets you all sleepy again.  And then I looked @ the clock.  11:24am.  How the hell did I oversleep for 3.5 hrs???  They were NOT happy with me @ the Bank when I called in, but I smoothed it over and then they were fine.  Of all days though (pay day!)

So I spent the day cleaning up and packing for my trip this weekend.  Heading back to Texas to see the home folk, which’ll be nice b/c I haven’t been out there in over a year. 

The MTV VMA’s are on right now and there was just a preview for that new Tom Greene movie.  Can somebody please tell me why they keep giving this fool movie deals?  Just tell me why.  I think I, along with the rest of America, deserve an explanation.