"The most decadent lifestyle I can think of," I was telling Tony, "is one where instead of clearing three lines with a long piece, you continue building and hope for two consecutive long pieces for back to back life affirming tetrises."

Today is Ash Wednesday, which prompts me to tell a funny story about Ash Wednesday.

In 1999, because of infighting in the church, my dad resigned from position of Sr Pastor at First Presbyterian Church of Pasadena. A year later during the Ash Wednesday service at First Pres. the ashes used to mark the foreheads of the church goers turned into lye. Everyone at that service (including the people who forced my dad to resign) were marked not only with ash but with a scare from a burn that wouldn't go away for sometime.

The moral of the story is: Don't fuck with my family or be prepared to face the wrath of God.

My Grandma sent me a valentines card, admitedly a bit late, but still appriciated. On the inside of the card was a temporary tattoo of a knife going through a heart that says "Forever Yours." Thanks Grandma!

Sugar on my Tounge is possibly the sexiest song ever. My new goal in life is to make out with a girl while it is playing. Or at least to see it used in a movie during a similar situation.