baby, we got all the options.

I'm feeling slightly less bitter and pouty tonight than I did on Friday. I mean, man, am I a baby or what? It was just a stupid date. The dude is obviously a moron. That's that.

Weekend was decent: saw a couple o' flicks at the local cineplex (wait for Netflix when it comes to Julie Delpy's directorial debut, please), baked a chocolate and strawberry bundt cake for a party at KM's place, contemplated yet another career change, read the memoirs of an NYPD officer, had a big Mexican brunch with Scarny (two Bloodys!), walked around my borough for hours, went to church to quell my spiritual hunger, made pizza dough from scratch and topped it with pears, rosemary, and Gorgonzola cheese for a party at my bro's place, drew wrist tattoos onto strangers at Barcade after doing a shot of whiskey, reconnected with lost pals...

Spent more time alone, however, than I have in a while and it was nice, needed, necessary.