New Year’s Resolutions are fucking stupid. They are just the worst fucking idea that any asshole ever came up with. *Thinks* Okay, maybe not the worst. I mean, fireworks stores exist. As do potatoes wrapped in plastic ready to be “baked” in a microwave for sale in the produce section right next to the potatoes…
I don’t even know where to start. I was all fired up when I sat down at the computer and now I’ve been sitting here and I’m halfway through my cocktail and all I’ve done is type sentences and erase them. I just don’t know where to start. I’m going to start with a terrible…
I haven’t written in a long while, not publicly, at least. I have a lot to say, so I’m just gonna do what I do when I’m not sure where to start and make a list. Also, there is a fly in my house and it is really pissing me off. When someone tells you…
Whenever I come across a link in my Facebook timeline to a recipe that looks delicious, I click the little arrow and save that link. That list of saved links is really long, and incredibly disorganized, because that’s the nature of that Facebook feature. My house has been undergoing some remodeling, so the time and…
I have pretty much nothing in my pantry and fridge/freezer right now aside from flour, butter, frozen chopped/formed chicken patties (I DON’T KNOW WHY! IT’S A THING) and some frozen onion rings. I just haven’t really had time to go to the store. What this means is that for dinner, I’m making Tennessee gas station…
