I've Been Cooking

Ok, now a lighter post. I think I've gotten all my angst out of my system.

So, I used to have trouble cooking meat; you know, chicken, beef, fish...animals.

I would make really weird food concoctions like - hotdogs with rice and green beans. The meal looks so ugly. Who wants to eat this tastless crap?

But I learned how to make salmon and rice, and have been eating it everyday for um... the last 2 months! This pic is of rice pilaf,and salmon on a bed of baby spinach! The thing on top of the salmon is a cherry preserve that I learned how to make!

My food actually tastes good! I save money and I feel kinda womanly and stuff...NOT!

Damn Knockers

Who knocks on random doors?

In the last 2 weeks, I've had 5, count em, 1-2-3-4-5 random people KNOCK on my door; and then, RING the bell!

Who were they?

I don't know. I never answer the door. I hate surprises. Random knocks and bell ringing disturbs my peace and makes me paranoid. I don't know anyone in this town, so I ain't expecting no visitors!

So guess what?

KNOCK UNTIL YOUR INTRUDING KNUCKLES BLEED!
One guy did leave a biz card about cutting my grass. So why was he knocking? Was he going to sell me on his grass cutting skills? Was there really something to discuss about grass cuttery?

Who KNOCKS on random doors to talk about grass?

Then I need to take 30 minutes to calm down from their intrusion.

Its true....

Bitches win; at least in the short term.

Yeah, yeah, the whole karma thing won't happen if you're not a good little girl today, but imagine the satisfaction in the moment when you see a face change to horror and shock after you say, "shut the fuck up."

How do I work?

Everyone, everywhere is dumber than I am, but I must work for and under them!?

How the hell does that make sense?

I'm 30 how do I learn to work with STUPID people NOW? Isn't it too late for me?

Is it the personalities that I'm not good with? What am I doing?

On one hand I want to work for myself, but I fear accountability because when I don't feel like working, I don't want to work. So there is security in a job, but damn must I always be around morons and assholes? Why must I work with them?

Who is them, you ask?

Them are the bookkeepers who act like they're Harvard grad CPA's! Hell you don't even do payroll on a muthafreaking spreadsheet, you do it by hand! WTF is that shit?!

Your job ain't that great. You're only still here because you're the only ass willing to work for $8/hour! And that bullshit about you being here on an assignment from God, yeah, that's bullshit, too. You just a skill-less bucktooth bitch!

Suck on deez!

Sorry, for the curses, just purging this out of my system.

UPDATE:I'm not even 30. I'm 31!

Lately....

I can't stand my smell. The scent of me, natural aroma, whatever, I hate it, so I'm bathing all the time, which makes my skin peel.

So, I'm only wearing pants cuz my legs are peeling like a snake.

OCD overdrive, yeah.

But the smell doesn't go away.

I walk into the house and I smell feet. Not "oh-my-goodness-put-those-shoes-outside" feet, but just "in-here-smells-feet-y" feet.

So I burn nag champa incense, spray cushions with an apple cinnamon spray, burn apple cinnamon oil, place Hawaiian breeze plug ins in each outlet, and boil vanilla extract in water.

I don't get too close to people because if I can smell me, surely they can; which make me not want to go outside.

Just sharing.

I'll be back

Not taking a break, and not devoid of thoughts, just trying to get the brain to play nice with the typing fingers.

I'm gonna try hard tomorrow.