Note To Self #4

Boots are ridiculously hard to pull off.
Nothing is more attractive than a ‘hongry’ girl eating a sandwich. And by more attractive, I mean, ‘Dear God! Kill it with fire!’
A park in the middle of the city a deep breath in the middle of chaos.
Cheese plates will always be ordered.
Wawa is a way of life.
Dude, you will never be tall.
Punk rock cocks. Always cool. Always funny.
Autumn hayrides are awesome…even if straw gets stuck to your butt and you end up roasting marshmallows next to a petulant two-year-old whose parents don’t quite understand the deadly qualities of an open flame, a sharp pointy stick and the magma-like propensity of molten sugar.

Fall is actually kind of beautiful. Especially when you share it with people you love.

Note To Self #3

Food tastes so much better when it comes off a truck.
You should buy a molcajete or at the very least, a pestle and mortar.
Ain’t no art like street art.
The only people worth knowing are the ones who love food. Like, really love food.

Eat well and stay hungry.

Note To Self #2

Always say yes to impromptu travel. And the cheese plate. And dance lessons in the park. And exotic gelato flavors.

Oh and remember to carry a Sharpie from now on so you can contribute to bathroom graffiti.

And live a life secure in the knowledge that when it comes to penalties, England will always shit the bed.