honks

every night for the past week or so around 10 pm i hear the snow geese doin their honks, flying to wherever they may be going while having a huge honkorama.

i just wanted you to know that.

also frozen mango chunks, bites of cheddar and a few almonds--that was my supper.  not every day can be a molqueca day guys.  like let's learn to appreciate what we have by having weird suppers that intensify my cold feelings but satisfy a craving for sweet and sour and silky all at the same time. 

additionally honks happen...even to good people. 

i rest my case