Lust & Gluttony.

I swear to god I am for real hard at work!


I have been busily making giant mess after giant mess in my kitchen. I killed a lobster, I went psycho and made like 5 different kinds of pasta, I made a chocolate cake TWICE that is super good but KEEPS FALLING THE FUCK APART AND MAKES ME SHRIEK IN RAGE....and other things.


I have a handy little notebook that I am taking lots of notes and beginning to write entries in. You will hear from me!


There are big things in the works!

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Sigh. I am 100% terrible at keeping blogs. It always seems like such a fantastic idea, and I get really motivated and excited enough about it only long enough to create an entry or two. I am going to try so hard to not let this go to waste. This time I was lucky enough to have followers right away, and I DO have some things lined up in my head to write about. I've even opened up this very page like 4 times and begun to write something....but the internet always seems to happen. Spread out in its entirety, how am I to resist its devil ways? Recently, I've also had to begin coping with something very difficult and significant in my personal life, and that hasn't made it easier to sit down and write.

That being said, I'm also going to go ahead and address the matter of my privacy regarding this journal. Because I intend to cover food AND sex, I'm just gonna go ahead and say that in the very, very near future I'm going to make any sex-related entries private. Obviously whenever I post anything to do with that I'm not going to use any real names anyway, but there's still plenty of reason to not have that on display to the entire world. At this point, this journal is rather barren in all ways, but at least I can go eat and then write about it, whereas sexually this journal looks like it's going should be called Food and My Journey into Celibacy. -_-  I'm no fun.

I want to go buy a cute notebook so that I can carry it around and write things down when I have a second. And when I don't have the stretch of the internet to distract me.

I am so thrilled to get to sleep in tomorrow. I am lying around in my underwear, tired as hell, and delighted I don't have to be to work at 6am. Literally the only thought crossing my mind right now is: "Do I want to masturbate? Do I not want to masturbate?"

Woe is me. :)

Food blogs are all the rage. Sex, too.

I was taking an online quiz the other day to find out which circle of Hell I’d be placed in, (gotta prepare for rapture, yes?), and one of the questions was:

Would you sooner go without good-tasting food or sex?

Well, fuck.

I’m finally starting this… :)