Hype hype.
This morning I dreamt that I was working at a Chinese restaurant (doing what, I'm not sure) that was pretty filthy...I knocked over a jug of what I'm guessing was veggie oil and made a lot of effort trying to clean it up with a rag.
Whuuuuuuuuuuuutttt is going on.
Maybe it was because James and I had lunch at the Chinese restaurant up the road from his house and I ordered the "Cantonese chicken," which turned out to be a big pile of fried mystery meat parts that I could hardly chew without gagging. I guess it's because I'm American and I expect chicken to look a certain way and have a certain texture...plus I don't like dark meat. I don't like it when I can't tell what I'm biting into. If I have to take each bite with the fear that I'm going to end up with a mouthful of gristle, I can't eat it. I hate the texture and taste of fat. I can't eat real bacon unless it's UBER CRISP because the fatty parts gross me out. That's why I eat turkey bacon instead. Mmmm. Turkey bacon.
Needless to say, I'll be much more careful about what chicken menu items I order at that particular restaurant from here on out.
I'm still Lookbook obsessed. James and I did another photoshoot yesterday. I need to let my creative styling bone recharge a little bit...don't want to overdo it. I borrowed a tripod from James so I can start taking pictures myself (which will probably suck in comparison, but oh well. I've started to dislike my camera). Anyway, I've been doing pretty well over there, with two looks getting at least 30 hype and all but one with more than 10 hype. Not bad considering the majority of stuff gets lost in the flood with nary a hype at all.
I'm behind on my knitting. At least one project needs to be finished before Valentine's Day, then I have some BRIGHT IDEAS(TM) that I want to try. Quick and easy, that's the name of the game.
I think it's time to watch some X-Files and go to bed early-ish so I can get up at a decent time tomorrow and possibly accomplish some things before work.
Whuuuuuuuuuuuutttt is going on.
Maybe it was because James and I had lunch at the Chinese restaurant up the road from his house and I ordered the "Cantonese chicken," which turned out to be a big pile of fried mystery meat parts that I could hardly chew without gagging. I guess it's because I'm American and I expect chicken to look a certain way and have a certain texture...plus I don't like dark meat. I don't like it when I can't tell what I'm biting into. If I have to take each bite with the fear that I'm going to end up with a mouthful of gristle, I can't eat it. I hate the texture and taste of fat. I can't eat real bacon unless it's UBER CRISP because the fatty parts gross me out. That's why I eat turkey bacon instead. Mmmm. Turkey bacon.
Needless to say, I'll be much more careful about what chicken menu items I order at that particular restaurant from here on out.
I'm still Lookbook obsessed. James and I did another photoshoot yesterday. I need to let my creative styling bone recharge a little bit...don't want to overdo it. I borrowed a tripod from James so I can start taking pictures myself (which will probably suck in comparison, but oh well. I've started to dislike my camera). Anyway, I've been doing pretty well over there, with two looks getting at least 30 hype and all but one with more than 10 hype. Not bad considering the majority of stuff gets lost in the flood with nary a hype at all.
I'm behind on my knitting. At least one project needs to be finished before Valentine's Day, then I have some BRIGHT IDEAS(TM) that I want to try. Quick and easy, that's the name of the game.
I think it's time to watch some X-Files and go to bed early-ish so I can get up at a decent time tomorrow and possibly accomplish some things before work.