*Sigh* Well, I finally did it after so many years. Went up an inch in jean size (and I'm not talking height here.)
Who in the hell still chews tobacco in this day and age? The answer is: a rather refined looking fellow I need to deal with at a client site for the next couple of days. Yep. He sits in his office with his antiques, his art, and his spit cup. *Cringe.*
Now that you're thoroughly grossed out I suppose it's not the best time to mention that I've really been getting into cooking lately. It's something I feel quite good about because I've never been particularly good at nor interested in the subject until this year. In fact, my lack of talent in this area has been sort of legendary amongst my set. Not so much the cooking itself, as the burning. The burning is legendary. Tales of me welding kettles to stove tops, the 4 hour petrified eggs, an incident involving the fire department at my friend's tony upper east side brownstone, the time I burnt the salad, so many...all true. What can I say? Sometimes I get distracted. But, this past year I turned my attention to the art and made serious progress. I've caught the cooking bug, making most things from scratch, using quality materials, having it be healthy and flavorful.
Figured it was time to stop relying on sex and charm to get by. Heh heh, only kidding.
Now that you're thoroughly grossed out I suppose it's not the best time to mention that I've really been getting into cooking lately. It's something I feel quite good about because I've never been particularly good at nor interested in the subject until this year. In fact, my lack of talent in this area has been sort of legendary amongst my set. Not so much the cooking itself, as the burning. The burning is legendary. Tales of me welding kettles to stove tops, the 4 hour petrified eggs, an incident involving the fire department at my friend's tony upper east side brownstone, the time I burnt the salad, so many...all true. What can I say? Sometimes I get distracted. But, this past year I turned my attention to the art and made serious progress. I've caught the cooking bug, making most things from scratch, using quality materials, having it be healthy and flavorful.
Figured it was time to stop relying on sex and charm to get by. Heh heh, only kidding.
Last night I performed spider CPR. It was a first for me. I also came across a term which made me kind of sad to know existed, "compassion fatigue." Wonder who coined that.
Other than this, I've decided it's time ditch the superlong hair for something chicer. Oh, I've had it a myriad of ways over the years to include quite short. Suddenly I'm feeling a 20s/30s vibe coming on.
Not sure what I'll go for yet or what length, but no bangs, I'm thinking.
Time to clean up my act.
^Just an excuse to attach a photo of the divine Capucine.
Alright, enough rambling about boring stuff, however, this is what life is made of when you're not a rock star.
But, butt, butt...
