From one misadventure to another. One day at a time. A corporate slave who daydreams every second. Loves anything about travel, food and fashion. Celebrated heart-breaker, and a vicious man-eater. Wishes for winning the lottery and helping out the homeless. Lives in a shoebox and eats stress for lunch. Do not touch without proper clothing. Sunday, November 20, 2011. Ultimate Bacolod Food Trip- 21 Restaurant.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011. I think I give up too easily. Not always, and not on everything. Mostly just on eating right. Our budget was crying when I tried to figure out how to afford good groceries. Walls like this really bum me out.

To keep food as basic and unprocessed as possible, but keeping it tasty. Monday, October 8, 2012. Pork Loin and Carrots, Broc, Cauliflower. In the crock pot yesterday I cooked a pork loin in a cup of water, a chopped onion, onion powder, and gluten free soy sauce. I brouht a helping of that in tupperware to the office today. Threw a bag of frozen veggies in the microwave, then mixed in with my meat. It was the perfect lunch for a cold drafty day.

Do I hate myself? March 25, 2013. I wonder if my self-destructive urge is just stronger than my will to live. My present self likes the simple pleasures I have. An IPA when I wish, a rolled cigarette or a cigar; a bottle of wine. Yesterday I made Beef Burgundy. I almost never do the latter, as I remain convinced sugar is a toxin.