With love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands...

That's totally what I was thinking when this customer handed me his cash, cause he had love and hate tattooed across the knucles of his hands (the hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how...). Yeah love that song.

Ever since I read the latest issue of Bon Appetit, I've really been looking forward to making a cheese souffle. I chose today to do that, and what a waste of time. I mean, I guess I just don't like souffles. I followed the directions to a tee, and I was rewarded with a spongy, eggy mess. It made me remember why I hate egg yolks. This souffle was many things, and good was not one of them. I made a chocolate souffle once, though. Totally different story. It was really good.

I'm trying to think of what else I should do with this evening. I have it totally to myslf until 10:30. This is probably the only time this will happen until my grandmother's next surgery. So I guess I don't have to wait to long. She hiked the Appalachian trail until her early seventies, so her joints are pretty much deteriorating at this point.

I might make pots de creme tonight, or crepes. I've been into French things lately, particularly French cuisine. I'll definitely play music at a face-melting volume, and swear out loud a lot.

Oh! I know what I want to do with my life. I guess more to the point, what I want to get out of what I want to do with my life. Ideally, I'm going to be a freelance journalist and just contribute to random magazines, or be an editor (not in chief) at Nylon or a mag like that, and work my ass off so I can live in Encinitas and have a condo in Colorado. And afford the plane tickets to go back and forth. Actually driving wouldn't be totally impractical.

I have to go make use of my free time now.