An Italian lady & a Latin hairy

Somehow, I managed to leave the house early this morning. Oh, the luxury of 10 rush-hour minutes, affording me the pleasure of cruising down the middle lane, bumpin' along to bob marley. A far cry from the usual high speed chase from the tailgating monster to Cap Sq. Considering the volume of traffic at this hour, the air quality's actually very decent and its still a pleasure to have the windows down. A big thank you to everyone for driving a Japanese air purifier.

Regretfully for the environment, I will soon cease travel with the amazing corolla when my Italian mistress gets back on the road. Just a few more weeks... Gina would be ready sooner if my weekends were spent a little more sober, but I guess the flirtatious alcoholic monkey has buried his car-geek counterpart in bananas, backroom of my cranium.

Back to yesterday's talk about da manly man. This is what my cubicle neighbor and I want to be.

A penchant for pendants, this manly man has.