Saturday, May 21, 2016

leave me the way I was before (but you're already in there, I'll be wearing your tattoo)


I tell you a kinda silly idea I've been mulling over: starting like a.... lifestyle blog? For cooking and recipes and garden shit and fashion and crafts and I dunno, beer reviews? A lot of people have asked me about that stuff, and I like it, and I'm kinda good at it. I don't think I'm like a dragon version of Martha Steward or anything, but I sure spend a lot of time thinking about those subjects, and maybe they would be fun to write about. I'd still keep this very secret blog here for you know, my desperate emotional confessions/life stuff. But maybe this would be a more public thing. 

For example, these are my groceries for the week. We've been doing this deal where we buy only the groceries for the meals we're going to make for the week, use them all up, and then go the next weekend. I spent 118 dollars on them, which is more than usual, but I was out of a couple stables like paper towels, stain-cleaner, laundry detergent, and stuff. (Under the cart.) I'm making lamb gyros, chicken green curry, Buddha bowls (1 per week vegetarian), pork tenderloin with blue (!!!) mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy, and fancy edited up ramen. And some goddang wine. Some goddang blessedass Chardonnay that I'm going to keep cold in my fridge and drink after my runs on my pretty-ass front porch. 

I guess it'd be nice to also to have an excuse to write down some of those recipes. 

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I pulled the Devil today and yesterday for my daily draw. I liked what Jessa Crispin had to say about that card:

...there’s no avoidance, no shortcut to recovery. You were laid low by a force greater than yourself. So acknowledge it. Kneel to it. Praise love’s powers of destruction and powers of healing. Bowing before the force that undoes you, not the man, not the booze, not the money, but the force itself: that is a heroic gesture. 


All that said, I'm thrilled about Mercury turning back rightways on Sunday and my choice to end this nostalgic, reflective period right there on that neat stopping point.

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