From the ages of three to about thirteen there was no individual on this planet more important to me than Don Mattingly. Regardless of how silly it is to worship someone that you've only seen on television or from about one-hundred yards away while sitting in the nosebleed section at Yankee Stadium, something about Donnie Baseball struck me at a young age and has continued to stay with me all these years. Even in the darkest times, when my heroes were more likely to be found in the depths of a downward spiral or mindlessly ordering the masses to rip the system!, I kept my Don Mattingly bookshelf intact, complete with every Topps card and tons of other memorabilia. I'm very happy to have Don Mattingly coming back to the New York Yankees. I couldn't care less about the people who think it's a PR move aimed at making people forget the past few weeks. I think it's good for New York and I think it's good for baseball. Now... good god-damn, can we finally get this man a ring boys? *

Today on the orange line, while sandwiched in between a woman reading "A Chance on Lovin' You" by Eboni Snoe and a woman that looked a lot like a girl present in the first internet pornography photograph I ever saw, I reached my newest peak of 'wanting to move out of the city-ness'. I have only three pairs of clean underwear left and pray that I can find an hour sometime before I run out to actually do laundry. My pantry is completely empty because going to the supermarket requires about a week of pre-planning and schedule shifting that I just can't get a handle on. Between breakfast, lunch, and dinner I blow at least $25 a day and don't get anything better than fast-food and bagels for it. On a rare case I'll live it up with Thai Food from Pad Thai on Boylston, which is the good Thai equivalent of Boston Market compared to your grandmother's mashed potatoes. Sheesh, it's time I got back to the good life.... (less than 6 months and counting) *

Taking a look at this list of most expensive colleges makes me sick. Notice all of those locations? Why the hell couldn't I have been born in the midwest? Or the south? Or Antarctica? For fucks sake why is everything so goddamn expensive here? --