A moment of culinary inspiration:


So... I'm hungry.

So, I'm making crepes from scratch.
I haven't done this in a while.

After I've cooked up all the crepes, I'm looking for things to fill them.
Crepes make anything work as a meal.
An onion... Grill it up, put it into a crepe, and it's a meal
A banana... Slice it up, put it in a crepe, and it's a meal

And then I see it.
In my cupboard
The holy Grail of crepe fillings:

Pop Rocks

Yes!
I stuffed some crepes with pop rocks.

Two beautiful things happened:

One- I made crepes crackled
Two- I got to eat Pop Rocks with a fork

=)

I never got any cake on my birthday. This is sad.

I'd rather be thin than filled with yummy cake goodness, but maybe, I should just go get a slice at Jerry's. Or maybe, just go get a cup cake.

Uh-oh...
I got a bag of chocolate truffles at trader joes...
I ate one. It was so good that I ate two more...
They're way way too delicious...

I can hardly resist eating the entire bag =/


I need one of those dispensers on a timer, like the automatic cat feeder type thingy...
Something that releases one truffle ever eight hours or something..

Today is my birthday. I am now a demi-septuagenarian.

Now I need a cane, some dentures, a sweater-vest, and a swearing jar.

Attention, all beautiful girls... your abilities to make old men feel young again are needed. Call me, message me, txt me. Contact me and remind me that aging and sex-appeal are not mutually exclusive.

Ehhh... I've departed from early thirties and entered mid-thirties, and I'll never be able to go back.

No big... really, it only stings a tiny bit.

I'm just being silly about it.
lol... truth is, I feel good...

demi-septuagenarian is a fun term =)


spank you very much, my loved ones
<3

Once upon a time, my father invites me to come over to his house. When I arrive, he's busy doing an interview with Black Belt magazine.
As they're photographing him, I notice the T-shirt that he's wearing.

It says:

"The most dangerous biological weapon in the world is my son"


I was so honored
=)

I am dying. By the time you read this, I will be dead. (Just a metaphor.. don't trip)+

The old me is fading away, and soon some new me will be born. I'm not sure who he will be. I've never met him before. Or if I have met him, I have no memory of that meeting.

Thirty four years, thirty four thousand lives. Another day, another thousand more me's.

I'll be reborn. I'll rise out of the ashes. I'll be somebody new.



I wasn't so strong as I thought.

I thought myself fireproof, and I walked into a furnace. I'm in that conflagration right now. I am burning away to ash, and soon I'll be gone.

I'll be reborn. I'll discover a new me. I hope I like the person whom I discover.




To quote Babyland, "Push your self to ffind new ways to begin again. Do the wrong thing. Reactivate. Realize that you have just begun.

So, that's it
=/

I went and picked up my paintings from my gallery today.

They kept them around for a second group show. I suppose that means they liked them, since they kept 'em on the wall for two months as opposed to the typical three weeks; but none-the-less, none of them sold.

I so so so needed some extra cash from a sell right now.



-Insert love and sympathy here please... I'm in need of it

I am unprepared to burn things


The man that is burning is fast approaching.
And my original plans have fallen through.

I am currently without a ride, and thus far I am no more prepared that having a sleeping bag.


To all sympathetics out there, does anyone out there have space for me in their mode of transport?
Ideally, I'd love to rent an extra bed in somebody's camper, but beggars can't be choosers, and I'll take a space in the trunk of somebody's Yugo, if that's all that's available.

Thanks, my friends

Wanna tear it down /
Burn it to the fucking ground /
Once-and-for-fucking-all

$600 in the hole.

I don't know how it happened. Two moths of phonecalls somehow added up to six-hundred dollars.
I haven't poured over the details of the phone bill yet, and frankly I don't want to.

It just made me see cross-eyed when I tried to read the bill.
When I think of all the things that I could have done with that cash...

/weep
/sigh