The Big Granola

Remember Daria?
The monotonous, bland, insipid cartoon character from MTV, yes, i kissed her…she was of course in her male form but none the less it was her.
This isn’t the first “Daria” that comes along either, theres been a couple in the past year or so.
Its  a curse.

Chemistry is ridiculously hard to find, let alone sexual chemistry, and i beg to differ with all those who disagree with me because they find it so easy to connect on a physical level with everyone and anyone…ive got news for you you’re all “Daria’s.”

Ladies next time you’re going to kiss a man ask yourselves Mozerella? (ref.no.4) or Brie? (ref.no.5)

Ill take Brie any day.  

Apparently they do.  Very good wine at that.

There’s only one curse about working on miracle mile…. the 109 restaurants carefully built down the strip of road to satisfy your every craving.  They will be the death of me.

Because its friday, co workers and i decided… Houston’s, eye candy, good food, a glass of wine- lets do it.  After last night, that was the second worst decision i have made in the past week.  Last nights debauchery deserves a whole other blog on its on.

Im not sure if it was the fact that i had been eating nothing but vitamins and half microwaved chicken the entire week (and a few oreos on wed- Lauren don’t kill me) but by the second sip of wine i was definitely feeling a very familiar warm fuzzy im quite fond of. That feeling only worsened when my other co worker insisted that we finish the never ending bottle of wine…. thanks Jennifer.

Needless to say 30 mins later in the middle of our friday seminar i was fighting the urge to break my seal and control my wondering eyes that were focusing on everything else but numbers… balance sheets and taxation - two things i still know not of. 

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As far as saturday evening  - Baru Urbano is now on my top 5.

Good crowd, latin music, and plenty of delicious exotics roaming around.  Great night.  Although i really could have done without the last bottle of wine, loosing a car mirror on I95, and the tub of crisco i downed at 5am.

For my own good, im staying in tonight…. no goat cheese for me (ref. no. 3.)


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I love cheese.


Thats the first thing my blog readers need to be aware of.  Because of this obsession, im giving a fair warning that half of my writing will reference cheese… Therefore, know your cheeses!!!


Clearly, this is my first blog, so excuse my awkward topics and pathetic excuses for blog entries, im hoping to get better at it since blogging seems to be the new Asiago (ref. no. 1.)


I was inspired by my co-worker and my latest theoretical commentary on the evaporation of our receptionist, who has ceased to exist for the second day in a row due to “chronic dissatifaction.” 
The only thing stopping me from filing a missing person’s report is the fact that i can’t remember her last name right now. If not believe me, it would have been done the moment she even thought about calling in sick. Aside from attending incessantly ringing telephones, one good thing resulted from her absence, i got my hands on a cuban coffee maker for the first time in my 22 years of existence. Although the syrup like substance that came out of the most complicated machine ever invented wasn’t a complete failure, i rather eat maggot cheese (ref.no.2) than ever repeat the task.