I found this fantastic song about Shia Labeouf

I'm glad I don't need to name each individual blog post. That would be a challenge.

Anyway!

New York was utterly superb! So I guess I will relate things that come to mind.

• I bought a Phantom of the Opera framed thing from a Jamaican vender who said, "Thank you baby," when I made the purchase. This made me very happy.
• I caught an elderly lady who tripped, was really scared because I assume older people are super fragile, but was pleased to find that she was okay.
• We sang for some senior citizens and had a little meet and greet afterwards. Old people have such whimsical handshakes. 
• The hotel room came with a 'fresh remote' 
• I made up songs with Redginald about people who were sitting around me on the bus ride there. 
• Got lost in the Metro Museum
• Bonded with some new people
• Bought Doctor Who things
• Got lost in a giant Macy's 
• Was offered drugs if I would come to a comedy show
• Sang in some superb singing places
• Watched Spiderman and appreciated his butt with countless others

Now here's a pigeon photoshoot

One time I had  a dream that I was sitting in my garage with a basket of apples. The garage door was closed but the side door was open and as I sat with my apples some very tall foxes who walked on their hind legs appeared in the door way.

Immediately I knew they were after my apples so I closed and locked the side door and then proceeded to run throughout my house to lock every door. The last door I locked was the one in the laundry room so I sat against the door after locking it.

Then the foxes had Queen Latifah come in after me because somehow she had the ability to get into my house. But it was okay because I talked her into joining my side and she sat on the floor of my laundry room with me.

Then I remembered the whole reasons the foxes were there was because of the apples so I returned to the garage to get them, only to find a rhesus monkey eating my apples.

What defines me? What is/are my title(s)? Who do I try to prove myself to?

Because in the end it doesn't matter. John's section of the bible calls the other disciples by name but when he refers to himself he writes "and the one who Jesus loved".

Now at first I thought, wait, isn't John putting himself on a higher platter than the others? But he's not. He knows that one thing matters. He knows that titles and proving himself falter in the face of Jesus. He knows that what should define him is Jesus and that the only title worth fighting for is "the one who Jesus loved."

I went to a Toby Mac concert tonight and there was this really awesome back up vocalist named Nirva Ready, she had quite a stylin' do. And Toby preached a message that influenced the above paragraphs.

I'm really thankful for the wonderful, unique people in my life. Everyone brings new stories and personalities and it's wonderful.

There are some broski cats.

I want to start looking at things without judgement. Sometimes judgmental thoughts creep up on me and I just want to kick myself for allowing them to exist.

I'm reading The Great Gatsby and I have the strange presumption that I will thoroughly enjoy it despite the fact that I have only reached page 5 after two days of possessing the book. But I'll blame that on being busy, time management issues, and the temptation to read Les Miserables when ever I have time to read.

And I think having a presumption about The Great Gatsby is, in a way, judging. But for now I will focus on aiming my nonjudgement at humans.

I'm skilled at convincing people simple oddities are true. Such as when I convinced people I was born in Canada. Or today when I convinced Sophi and Mackenzie that my dog is pregnant and that was why my head was on her belly. 

I should not use this skill for evil.