so i have a crush on my co-worker which i think is totally innocent because nothing has happened between us and im too much of a pussy to let anything happen. case in point: he invited me to a halloween party tonight and im sitting here at 8:15 in my pajama pants writing on my blog about how im lame.

i just don't really have the confidence to roll up to a party dressed in a costume by myself at a party where the only person i know is my work crush (who will prob be entertaining all his friends).

This is what i miss about college. If you have a crush on some random and he's throwing a party, you can always get your partner in crime to throw back a shot with you and go crash it. hook up or not, you know you will have a smashing time with your friend. usually the party will suck and the two of you will end up hitting up your friendly neighborhood bar to get smashed and order cheesy fries.

the great thing about the interwebs is that i still get to bitch to said partner in crime on g-chat. she's trying to get me to go. updates will be made later if i actually do. happy halloweekend kids

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so i've been keeping myself out of trouble by taking a lot of photographs with my 35mm. it's been a really fun hobby that I never knew I would enjoy as much as a do. Interestingly, i've gotten into some really happy, calm shots. trees, my family, pumpkins... It's good to find the joy in life.
There are lots of wonderful aspects to a semi-cloudy day, and i'm keen on capturing them.

I'm thinking these boots could come in handy for all sorts of fun adventures.
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The thing about cooking:

I love the experimentation. I love trying 5 recipes before coming up with your personal best version for yourself. Sometimes its a disaster (like when i tried to make cheddar broccoli soup from memory and with no measurements), and sometimes you actually make something work (get prepared for an epic mac and cheese recipe coming soon).

Speaking of which, I love old school jamie oliver back when he was the naked chef. i honestly used to watch the food network back when the only iron chef on was the original from japan that played every friday night. ming tsai had a show, and so did mario batali. There was none of this cutting corners crap that has overrun the network. I love to browse recipes for things, but the difficult homemade versions are hard to find (minus tyler florence, who i dream will one day come and rescue me atop a white horse and feed me his ultimate brunch menu). I digress. let's watch some naked chef.


The Nekkid Chheff s01e02
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Yes, he is cooking for his sister's bachelorette party. what a babe.

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French Toast:

-Whole Wheat Raisin Bread
-Whole Milk
-2 Eggs
-Vanilla
-nutmeg
-cinnamon
-Butter

Heat large Heavy Skillet on medium high heat with 1 pat of butter.
Beat eggs, 2 TB milk, 1 teaspoon vanilla, dash of nutmeg and dash of milk.
dip bread in egg mixture to coat both sides. let excess drip off.
cook until brown on both sides, about 2 minutes.

Serve with hot syrup, bacon and banana slices.

its about that time: every major life change i have encountered, it always gets followed up with a haircut. whats the verdict?

how short should i go?

There's nothing like watching a few episodes of hoarders on a monday night with two of your gal pals to realize that life takes work. Even further, things don't magically clean up after themselves. Par example, i have been faced with some interesting crossroads (which btw i secretly really want to see. yes the movie with britney), meaning that my personal life and my professional life have been less than stellar lately.

I can't sit back and feel sorry for myself that the someone i loved very much hurt me repeatedly. I have to help myself move on.

I also realized that my dream job wont fall into my lap just because i think that i'm qualified.

I had a horrible nightmare that i would wake up one day, 50, living at home in my hoarded mess of a life. I am not a hoarder, but the point is, i have to work at these things for any real change to happen.