A few months back, I broke down Ice Cube's "It was a good day" for you, and was impressed by the way he put down on paper what an ideal day might encompass for him. This caused me to reflect on what an ideal day might mean to me, so I have recorded it here in a similar format: Feeling fully rested so I got out of bed. Just had some crazy thoughts in my head. For some strange reason my positivity was perceptual Because today just seemed like it would be exceptional. Cruised to the kitchen but not to make toast, Had a brand new bag of Seattle's Best French Roast. Fired up the grinder and poured my beans, I use a french press so you know what that means. Yeah, that's right, I needs a coarser grind But today there's more than delicious caffeine on my mind. Hit up the taqueria for a breakfast burrito They were having a special so I said "Neat-o!" Hooked up the chorizo, eggs, and huevos. Sat right across from the one and only John Stamos. We discussed how the World Bank is a mess After that, he gave me Ashley Olsen's email address. But I didn't want it so I was 'bout to throw it away, And then he said ...

The Jack In The Box Taco contains: Total Calories: 170 Fat Calories: 90 Total Fat (g): 10 Saturated Fat (g): 3.5 Cholesterol (mg): 15 Sodium (mg): 630 Carbs (g): 19 Protein (g): 12 Lettuce, cheese, and some kind of meat. When I consume thee my hunger retreats 2 for $0.99...why that can't be beat. I cherish you, Jack In The Box taco. Sometimes I eat in, sometimes I drive through. It matters not, as long as there's you. Radiating more grease than all of Motley Crue... You delight me, Jack In The Box taco. Neither healthy nor nutritious, To my intestines quite pernicious, What gas, what heartburn that you dish us, Yet I still seek you out, Jack In The Box Taco. And so I find you thus deserving Though your ingredients are unnerving Of this healthy prose I'm serving In your name, Jack In The Box Taco.

We're all affected by our surroundings. I wrote the following based on my observations of some of the people in my neighborhood a while back, but have only shared it once, beatnick-style on a street corner in San Francisco with some good friends. Many of you already know what I mean, and for God's sake, don't take this seriously...