Time to fess up. The Summer Not of Love™ didn't even last a full twenty-four hours. What can I say. Apparently I am a whore. However, I am determined to get back on the wagon. Or is it off the wagon? I'm never sure about that one.

So far this weekend has been filled with good food and fun people. Friday I met Adam, Kacy, The Greg, Crazy Amy and Trinity for a lovely Mexican dinner to welcome her cousin, Renee to Phoenix. I brought my Papal Adam Man Purse. It was a big hit with everyone.

Okay...after making this list of everyone's blogs, I have to admit I'm experiencing a bit of URL envy. Maybe it's time for me to make the jump into my own domain instead of kickin' it old skool with my Blog*Spot account.

I spent yesterday morning at the hellish outlet mall in Tempe. I find in a bit frustrating that there is not a Verizon store anywhere near me however that mall has one store and two kiosks. That's a total of THREE merchandisers in ONE crappy mall.

I find shopping a bit frustrating. One good thing to come out of the Rap Industry® is the abundance of stylish clothes for larger gents, however I just can't see myself going to work with FUBU or PHAT FARM embroidered on my chest. Plus there are just some looks, I don't think I — in my middle-aged whiteness — can pull off. I would be such a poser in a G Unit shirt.

Last night, Adam and I went to see Look at Me, the French equivalent of a long, drawn-out episode of thirtysomething. Don't get me wrong. I liked thirtysomething, but I was seriously falling asleep at the beginning of this movie waiting for SOMETHING to happen. Overall, it was a well-acted nice little flick.

So far today, I have skillfully procrastinated not going to the grocery store and the Water & Ice store, both I need to patron desperately. Yesterday I resorted to a lunch of spoonful of peanut butter and a handful of pistachios. I should probably also go to the craft store to make sure I am stocked up with supplies to ensure The Summer Not of Love™ doesn't get off course again.