This is not about whiskey ( Read more... )

      Last night we decided to pay a visit to the food cart corner of Hawthorne and 12th. We had grabbed a steaming paper box of poutine a week or so earlier, and although it was surprisingly delicious, the other late night options had caught our eye, too ( Read more... )

   Yesterday I ate a balanced diet, if the scale of food justice was smack dab in Candyland and if the peppermint government-approved food pyramid had a base of cupcakes, a middle of ice cream, and a pointy top shot glass of whiskey ( Read more... )

There is a stage, and you will know it when you see it. Actually, you will know it when you get that phone call at work, a phone call you have seen other people get ( Read more... )

     We are so sensitive, all of us ( Read more... )

I say to myself, I say, self, you should get some protein in you this morning. This could be a good morning for protein. Like maybe an egg. Yeah, yeah, I am all agreeing with myself here.  What a terrific start to a day, huh ( Read more... )

A Mate' Latte.
Brie and Salami.
Two pieces of pepperoni pizza.
Three whiskey cokes.
Four mugs (two bags) of peppermint tea.

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That I can type in "egg toast v for vendetta" and the first result is exactly what I'm looking for.

   (Besides the glaringly obvious and globally terrible)
   (And in no particular order)
    Things that are not right in my near vicinity:

• $10 Nachos. That's seven dollars for the nacho base, and three for the subtly suggested chicken, that us foolish persons nodded in agreement to. Three dollar chicken! I could buy a chick and raise it to maybe ( Read more... )