Delete

OkCupid is gone. Two days and 35 messages and 117 profile views later and I couldn't take it anymore. For one I started to feel like shit when someone I thought was cute and visited my profile but didn't send me a message. For two I found my inner vainness growing each time someone that I didn't find attractive at all rated me only a four star out of five. My Internet ego got the best of me, by all means I do not think I am all that and a bag of potato chips (which sound totally delicious right now! Buffalo blue kettle chips and a code red mt. Dew.... Drool) but for a second there I really found myself getting upset because I hand picked each picture that played up my best assets and did not feature my worse except for my large noggin that can't be minimized but it can be photos at the right angle to look normal size and yet I was given a star rating below the expectations I didn't know I had.

I had to finally say "ok" when asked if I really wanted to delete my profile because getting rejected online, flattering although creepy messages and having to sell myself online by filling out a long profile and answering 50 multiple choice questions and lying about my height and weight and post classy yet sexy yet fun and adorable pictures of yourself, I'd rather stand near a bar and sip a dirty martini leaving red lipstick along the rim while arching my back and purring much more subtle than filling a profile full of buzz words and trying not to sound desperate by saying hey pick me! I will stick to picking up guys in the Apple store and Dragon*Con when it rolls around each year I prefer a man in costume anyways, a costume I can actually feel that is.

Where the food truck when you need it?

Back in September while celebrating my birthday with a gang of new friends and a bottle of whiskey as well as a certain red head Russian and Irish boy while listening to new bands play at a music fest in little five points I stumbled across an amazing little treat. No amount of whiskey could have altered that tasty morale or the memory of it.

As of lately I have had a craving for the chicken sliders with cranberry sauce that I experienced at one of the food trucks at the festival. Unfortunately I do not remember the trucks name or exactly what all was tucked in the slider other than chicken some sort of cheese and cranberry sauce. Google has turned up many options but none quite what I was thinking so I decided to just do trial and error if I don't perfect the combination I will just have left over cheese which is fine with me I would live off cheese if possible.

Tonight I tried some sweet rolls like the kings Hawaiian rolls, some mozzarella cheese, grilled chicken breast, sweet onion slices and some canned cranberry sauce. Two bites in I swapped the mozzarella for pepper jack. It was very good but something was missing I was too hungry to snap a pic but I plan to continue trying chicken and cranberry until it hits the spot!

Animals animals

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GCAKoihngA&list=AL94UKMTqg-9CXYYLJ2Spwa7NbPcgPHFig&shuffle=914

Okay, I know this was petty but it certainly made me laugh so there is typically at least one really really nails on chalkboard irritating person that you have to work with. The type of person who is never happy and has been in their job too damn long, the walking Eeyore's the people who only joy in life is making others as grumpy and miserable as they are. So the Eeyore in my vicinity comes plodding in to my office, and to set the scene I'm sitting here with my headphones on listening to music while I'm working away on the keyboard. That is before Eeyore breaks my work flow with a snotty comment as she was placing something that (doesn't even have to do with me) on my boss's desk.

I didn't give Eeyore the attention it desired so it turns to me to while continuing to bitch and moan so I unplugged my headphones and turned up to volume so that Eeyore could perhaps grasp how much I did not care about their snotty comments as 311 with perfect timing sang out:

" A million people come and go
through a persons ebb and flow
and faces keep on changing
while there changing
a certain few will stay in tact
when they're not they'll don an act
I know this important fact
don't get confused like

And he's got a head full of ideas
let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe"

while giving a well practiced glare and a slight smile. Petty yes, but it made me laugh and confused the gray donkey enough that it left with not further comments.

It's a vegetable, sort of...

http://shine.yahoo.com/healthy-living/want-free-french-fries-why-abstaining-may-easier-150500506.html

This was an article I just stumbled upon about eating habits. We all have at least one thing we love but is so bad for us for me it is French fries which is why the article caught my attention. As of 2013 I've done a much much better job of saying no to the delicious fried yes it came from a vegetable but it's not good for you treat. I agree that it appears to be easier to be an abstained rather than a moderator because I've found that saying no to French fries has decreased their appeal to me significantly as compared to when I would try to eat lesser amounts; also I've found new pairings to go with my food items where I used to always throw a side of French fries.

A person trying to remain sober from alcohol doesn't drink moderately they abstain from the alcohol completely. I for one am up to the challenge my name is mouse and I plan to stay sober from French fries.

Check point

It has been exactly 3 weeks since I entered my intermittent fasting experience with seven more days to go its become as natural to me as anything else in my routine. As far as the physical benefits I have lost weight although I'm not sure how much of that is due to the fasting but I am quite sure that not snacking on cheese flavored anything at 9pm had to help.

The hardest part was occasionally waking up very early and being used to shoveling oatmeal or peanut butter toast into my mouth but when it wasn't quite time to break the fast yet I found I could sustain on a big glass of water until the appropriate hour struck. Another hard part was the social weekends where fast food or bar food was always tempting at late hours with the exception of my company's very belated holiday party I found myself rejecting the unnecessary food because I truly was not hungry and realized it was cravings kicking in. Speaking of cravings I have not ordered French fries in 3 weeks and now when filling out my lunch order from the cafeteria at work it's not hard to circle vegetables or soup as the side item and not think of the of the French fries dipped in mayo or ranch and what could of been.

To my beloved French fries, absence makes the heart grow fonder, except in this case it makes the heart grow healthier.

A totally Wicked Saturday

From a quite comfortable position on my blue worn in sofa I must declare this has been one of the most relaxing days I've had in quite some time got up early and cleaned my nest got in a sweaty cardio workout then showered and put on pajamas at noon and aside from switching the bottoms to plan black sweatpants to run out and get the mail I have not changed my comfy gear.

Fully intending to work some more on my paper mâché table or work on my business plan for the bed an breakfast I want to open I instead picked up from the last page from 'Wicked' by Gregory Maguire that I had left off on last night and was not able to put it down till now because I'm close to the end but figured if pop in a movie and eat dinner then finish the last few pages of Wicked before I fall into my dreams. I can't believe I let this thrilling book sit on book table for so many years without cracking it open, I actually have away the original copy that I had received some years ago only to have my new boss buy me a new copy for my birthday back in September if that wasn't a sign that I should read it I don't know what is.

Between my fixation with every letter and every word that formed the story of Wicked I was an apparently giving off some major cat magnetic energies for Sterling would not get off of me during his typical 14 hour nap and all I could think was damn I hope I never seem that clingy in a relationship! And that my preoccupation with Wicked today helped me refrain from being tied to my phone and feeling guilty for not retuning every text or sending an obligatory "lol" after each cleverly edited photo sent to include a witty one liner or of the joke being passed around more than the flu this season. This absence from the beckoning of the Tri-tone alert or the Marimba was much appreciated and it gave an illusion that I may have a social life which apparently makes you seem more attractive to the opposite sex (yea I've made it though more than a few Cosmopolitan magazines). Apparently Sterling needs to take a hint because my feet were plenty warm without you curled up on them, same for my lap, my chest and my head but I love you anyways with your tuna fish breath and disgusting grooming habits. Now please get off of me!

Ragamuffin

"Saint Monday could exist in part because those who followed the custom had not been infected by the modern-day desire to accumulate possessions. Therefore, they did not see the need to earn cash beyond what subsistence required"

Taken from Tom Hodgkinson's "how to be idle" a loafers manifesto

Haven't read it yet? You should, granted it can be a bit rambling at times so are most loafers because we are not in a rush to get from point A to point B but either way the over all theme is one worth keeping in the back of your mind.

Or

In the front of your mind, today was busy and since I couldn't sleep I started it far too early but made up for it when after eating a late lunch with the gals I decided to start my weekend at 4 I put in 8 hours plus a little bit more and the go-getters and the ones just wasting company time are still there pretending to like each other, trying to make a meal out of vending machine items and erasing their browsing history to get rid of YouTube videos and amazon purchases but I sir will have no part of it. Yes I'm an ambitious slacker if there were such a thing.

Happy weekend!