I’m trying this whole “be a better person” thing, and part of that means that I should be more mindful of my carbon butt print. These are the things we’re doing. But what else should we do?

By the way, I totally know that Nikol’s should have an apostrophe, but I like the way it looks without one. Is that so wrong?

For years now I have been in love with cooking. I even went to culinary school long enough to realize that I didn’t ever want to get a job in a restaurant working under some jerk chef who’d scream at me.

One of the things I love most is pickling. Today I filled out a kickstarter application I really want to start selling my pickles, and eventually open a food truck that features crazy pickle recipes. Check it out : I’ll update it as I go along./ Fingers crossed.

I put the | up there in the title because it’s a character that I had never realized was on my keyboard until recently when I was trying to figure out how people keep on making it.
It’s called a pipe. Isn’t that adorable? |
Anyway, I love my friend Tim. I love him for many reasons, including his gleaming teeth and his abs. He uses an ab roller, you know. I bought one to try to have abs like his, but it just distended my abdomen and I think I’m doing it wrong. I love Tim because he’s smarter than I will ever be, he talks fast, he thinks of stuff to say right away instead of needing to think of what he should have said later, and he is the best writer I have ever met. Ever.

This morning I was having trouble sleeping, so I caught up on some of his stuff. You should read it, too. That’s why I’ve been going on and on about him.

So, go read it.

“There was an adequate amount of Port-o-sans. The few cops visible were the LAPD’s bike-bound squad of “courtesy officers,” or whateverthefuck they’re called. They wear purple shirts that make them look like the world’s most militant kickball team. They kept to themselves, returned eye contact and smiled when smiled at. This is different, I gather, from New York, where the NYPD is crushing people’s femurs and throwing haymakers at nancy-boy college kids.”

Back from my Wisconsin days of hanging out with developers at Bucketworks, I asked people to tell me their definition of sex.

What’s yours?

That’s right! Now you can watch all of your favorite episodes of MTSS on YouTube. You know, the ones before the Break Up. Here’s one now!

Maybe next time you won’t be such a needy, duplicitous bitch, (becky)!

I made this.

Occupy My Coffee!