i'm trapped inside this weekend with a horrible cold (i know - who gets a cold in the summer??!!) and thus am being more demanding than usual.

i decided what i really needed was not a rehash of the chicken soup that i had for breakfast (oh, how i love a savory breakfast), but a cold and delicious frozen yogurt. and also something novel.

there seems to be a modest trend toward frozen yogurt places that are making their yogurt taste more like actual yogurt (sour) and less like ice cream (sweet). i guess it's supposed to be a california thing, but it's not something i ever experienced when i was there. maybe because i was living with an anorexic man. who can say.

anyway, the first one i tried was the not-so-impressive tangysweet in dupont circle. i went there on an incredibly hot day with edward, brad, and ... can't remember the bizarre nickname edward gave her, so she shall remain unnamed. there was a hugely long line and i just remember everyone being hot and cranky. we all ordered different flavors, and they all tasted, well, kind of the same - just weirdly way too sour. the texture also seemed a little off - maybe too hard or something. either way, not exciting, not going there again. i wanted to like it - i really did. i always want to like new, trendy, expensive things (expensive = good, right?), but this just didn't cut it.

now on the walk home from a recent trip to hank's, i had noticed the appearance of mr. yogato - near 17th & P. despite my memory of the rudimentary cartoon yogurt mascot (noting personal, i just reflexively hate all cartoons), i decided that's what i wanted today.

O!M!G! best choice EVER! i just had the original soft with strawberries, chocolate chips, and cap'n crunch, so i don't know how good all the rest are (today they had original tangy, mojito, and mango), but this one was tast-Y. like tangysweet, they have just about every topping your heart could desire, including lots of fresh fruit (yum!), but they also have all this extra stuff that you can put on yourself on top of the counter (i added honey and jimmies). the yogurt was tasty as well and had a good kind of mild tang to it.

though i should really try other flavors before i render a final verdict, i will rashly say it was rocktacular.

also, they made edward debase himself to get 10% off (which ended up being like 10 cents). bonus!

well, moving back to california probably isn't worth it ...

about this movie

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i'm so excited about my new color line that i'm posting again just to see it!

a picture for brad.

• why does the search link on the left take me to some random-ass page?

• why can't i have a pretty, feminine color for the line under my name like brad does?

hey edward - you nudged me to start posting again - you have only yourself to blame

so. i left off where neighbor dude made little impression other than to depress the hell out of me.

that all changed one night (for those who know the story, it was the new jersey and r night). i was coming inside, completely sober, carrying a drunken friend who i had just rescued from the police. it was probably somewhere around 1 am. said friend was barely conscious and definitely outweighed me, so i was struggling.

just as i got to the front door of my building, i started to reach for my keys, but then saw someone coming out and thought he'd hold the door for us. it was mr. neighbor. i'd been living next door to him for 2 years, so i kind of thought he'd recognize me.

but no.

he walked out, shut the door behind him and stood in front of the door, blocking our entrance. he chanted at me, "no key, no entry! no key, no entry!"

despite his slightly bizarre and rude behavior, i politely thanked for his diligence in protecting the building from invasion by roaming miscreants (and wow - we did look pretty dangerous) and fished my key out.

as i unlocked the door, he stepped aside to light up a cigarette. he stared at me and my friend and said in a very disgusted and disapproving voice, "wow. he's REALLY drunk." then he smirked (sneered?) at me as i pulled my friend in the door.

so his talents appear to center around building security and stating the obvious. oh ... and leading a tireless crusade against noise pollution.

up next.

do i use whatever's left over after making the downpayment next week to buy a scooba?

i'm sorry ... questions as intriguing as these come up when edward is making me watch a completely boring "action" movie, which features the worst acting i've seen this week.

i rent in kind of a mediocre condo building and know exactly none of my neighbors by name, which is fine by me. however, one i know on sight is a dude who lives next to me. before i get into my ill-advised story, which edward will probably chide me for writing, i will provide a brief synopsis of what i know about mr. neighbor:

• despite being approximately early middle-aged, he seems to be at home during the day every day - this has been the case since i've lived in the building

• his uniform consists of a dark t-shirt with its sleeves cut off. said shirt manages to expose an unsavory expanse of oddly tanned chest and is always paired with ratty shorts

• saw him cut in front of a huge line at the starbucks near my house so that he could get a refill of coffee in a gnarly paper starbucks cup that he carries around when he's outside the apartment building

• his hair looks like it would rather be gnawing down trees to build a dam

to top it off, his social skills appear to be rudimentary at best. as opposed to mine, which are whatever the next level above rudimentary is.