The most important part of cooking
…before ingredients, comfortable clothes, recipe, time, etc. Before ANYTHING. The most important part of cooking is adequate lubrication (read: wine rum and coke).
It’s that time of year where I’m never going to feel clean again.
Not until like mid-September at least. *sigh*
I want to start running even though it’ll kill my body. The only thing is I don’t want to go alone…I get nervous haha.
Lol. I don’t run. Period.
So sorry for dropping off the face of the planet
I would explain, but, really, it’s a boring story.
Regardless, I’m back. Starting with: How difficult can a 7:25-workout be, right? Right?! RIGHT?!!!
Wrong. It can actually be hell. This is going to be a joke.
Posted May 21, 2012 at 7:12am in Getting in shape My new workout app wants to kill me I swear
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damn…what even.
Hmm?
Posted April 19, 2012 at 8:01pm
Good looking out, Universe
I was supposed to meet up with this guy for drinks earlier. Somehow, we both managed to be in the same place at the same time and still missed each other. He sent me a message when I got home, wondering where I was. He asked if I wanted to skype since we hadn’t gotten a chance to meet up. That seemed fair to me until he told me to stand up or at least tilt the camera down so he could see *all* of me. Oh, and until he wanted me to come to his house on our make-up date.
I think missing him before was the universe’s way of keeping me away from Mr. Creeptastic.
Needless to say, I blocked him.
George Zimmerman is raising money for his legal defense
Wow. I mean, just wow.
Not that I don’t think that he’s ultimately going to need that money and not that I don’t think he has a right to fundraise, because, ultimately, I think he’s going to and he most certainly does. But, just damn.
Who are these people who are listening to what’s going on in this case and are going: Obviously the right decision was to get out of his car and shoot Trayvon Martin. Who are they? Have they no decency? Do they not think? Why am I constantly shocked and saddened by these things? I mean, Trayvon’s just a nigger, right? So says someone who hacked into a road sign on the side of a Michigan highway. (Read it here and see it here.) I guess I find it hard to stop believing that, one day, people will be better.
Sometimes, I think about liberal arts classes dedicated to studying the early 2000s in about 40-60 years, and I wonder: what will they think of us? Who will they see?
Think about it.
Is it sad that I find myself hoping my cab drivers will be hot? Is this my new thing?
