Met up with @fancycwabs for lunch today at Lobster King, continuing my quest to de-weirdify Asian food to my palate. Had the cashew chicken and the hot and sour soup. It was great. I ate tofu, y’all. TOFU. Well, a little. Like, maybe a tablespoon or so. Still not sold. This is the fortune I got. I want very badly to believe that there is some big cosmic meaning behind the usage of “prophesy” instead…
Last night I cleaned out my fridge and today I finally threw away the remains of my 2007 birthday cake. There are no typos in that sentence, I assure you. I am just a disgusting, filthy human being who lives more or less like a 22-year-old bachelor (but who places “banging chicks” waaaay further down on the ol’ priority list). Actually, I made a conscious decision to keep the cake in, oh, say June, when…
And I don’t feel any different. Except I have much cooler socks. So I’m back on the bandwagon again. Pretty excited, even though I’m lacking inspiration at the moment. It’ll come. It always does. It’s just that the start of a new year tends to piss me off more than it tends to inspire. This isn’t the Vanity365 I tried then aborted in the spring of 2008, although self-portraits aren’t off limits (obvs). This is…
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