Work, basically, has been a zoo and on TOP of that - our Internet is down at home. So no blogging. See? Told you I could explain. (I win!)
Moving on...
Though Bushwick is not always the safest neighborhood, I am lucky enough to have a police station right down the street from my apartment. There is also a parking lot about a block away where they keep the police cars and I'm just dandy with it. On my way to work the other day, while passing the parking lot, I saw that not everyone is as thrilled with the police presence as I am:

Fuck Pigs. Isn't that lovely? It's literally right outside of the parking lot. I have to give the vandal credit, that takes balls.
In other news - YESTERDAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY! Hooray! I am now officially in my mid-twenties and that is relatively terrifying. I'm not against getting older, it's not something I can get around exactly, but the label scares me. "Mid-Twenties." How the hell did that happen? My present to myself this year was...bum bum bum!...

Also - Also - Also - I finally tried Artichoke Bassile Pizza last night. I had the signature slice which was amazing, but a little too rich for my tastes. It's most certainly a share with a friend kind of snack. My pal M, who was nice enough to treat me to a birthday slice, likened it to a flat bread bowl,. I was reminded of a really good spinach artichoke dip and bread sticks. Something you can only eat so much of. I plan on going back and trying one of their tamer slices, but am disappointed that I didn't try this place sooner. I keep seeing reviews that say this place was a lot better when it first opened. I guess I'll never know.
But I'm alive! And blogging again! Happy, Garlic? ♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves