Goop. 2

For most of my adult life, I’ve had a serious problem with my face. No, I am not talking about finding it aesthetically unpleasing (obnoxiously, I have never thought of the structure of my face as ugly – haterz gonna…something), but my skin has always been a mess: blotchy, flaky (even in the sweaty days ...

Propriety.

So, we do NOT have bedbugs.

Marni Nixon. 2

A quick update for anyone still checking in to see if they’ve missed something in this space (all two of you).

Haute cuisine. 9

I’ve mentioned it before, but sometimes smatterings of hipster douchebagism creep into my life. Sometimes, it’s intentional, like when I eat a stupendously priced, locally sourced artisan donut, but often it’s because something is nice and I’ve liked it a long time, like Mason jars.

Austerity and cooperation unrelated to ‘The Fiscal Cliff’.*

My finances are a mess, so it’s gonna be a pretty austere 2013. Which is really fine, because I have been living beyond my means for far too long, and have lived on far less. As I just had a holiday, and have (some) clothes to get me through the coming months, this’ll mostly come ...

Zen.

I’m not into Transcendental Meditation, fasting, or the woo-woo spiritual side of yoga. Hulling chickpeas and stirring caramelizing onions is contemplative enough for me today. Both are extremely satisfying and relaxing and result in deliciousness, which is the icing on the hummus-y cake. Wait. Ew.

Repeating myself/Aqworiums.

I was very, very tired when I got home and needed a little bit of joy in my life*. That’s why I was DELIGHTED to read the news that Sandra Lee is going to have not one, but TWO new shows. Reading the lower half of the internet is generally not advisable, but I love ...

Getting out running instead of running off at the mouth/keyboard. 2

(Abandoning subtlety and cleverness completely with that title.) Was so tired last night when I got home that the cat had tuna for breakfast; I 100% couldn’t be arsed to go back out and get him some less expensive/more nutritive food. Lucky old bastard. I also spent all of yesterday so hungry I could have ...

Identity.

My younger brother made two pumpkin pies on Friday (crushed buttery graham cracker base – he didn’t want to learn to make a crust in a hurry) for a party, but came home with a full one (what is WRONG with his friends?), so I have been DENIED of my annual ‘job’ of taking care ...

Póging mo thóin. 3

As much as I love Scotland to my very core, I am no Scot. I have some Irish blood in me too, but I am not going to take up playing the bodhrán.

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