posted 2005/05/16 at 22:44
Gee, last week when I was goofing off, it seemed like all I wanted to do was be responsible and get to the tasks I have for this summer. Now that I've started getting to those tasks, all I want to do now is lay here and be a lazy turd. I realize that people are made up of their contraries, but I think my contraries get to be pretty fucking ridiculous a whole lot of the time.
Just now I was going through some of my old cookbooks trying to find recipes for my diet that will help me incorporate more beans and veggies and stuff into my meals. Not only did I not find anything I think I can use directly (although I have inspiration now to try some combinations myself), but I've come to realize just how much I hate most cookbook authors. I hate those blurbs they put in about how much their nieces like this dish or how this dish is best served in the autumn and so on. I don't give a crap, just give me the damn recipe. Granted, some authors can write blurbs that don't incite these reactions in me (Emeril Lagasse, for one), but for the most part I just hate looking at cookbooks because of those insipid blurbs.
Anyway, I'm about to watch The Daily Show, then Japanese lessons and maybe a bit of songwriting. Wasn't I laying on my bed eating ice cream and playing mindless video games just a few days ago? Le sigh.
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