smell of success.

To the Dog Owner who allowed their dog to poop on the sidewalk and then never picked it up: Fuck you. To the Parent who just called me and tried to belittle me and intimidate me by saying very mean and rude comments: just imagine your daughter in this position one day. Oh that’s right, she can’t even check her email. Oh Mister Sun, Sun, Mister Golden Sun: please shine down on me.

Have you ever had one of those afternoons? You know, where one thing triggers another and then you’re all caught up in nonsense? I think you can tell by my daily notes that it’s been one of those for me.

What does a girl do when she’s down in the dumps? Goes home to the hottest apartment ever and decides to cook; after downing fistfuls of cheese pretzels that is. Nothing better than comfort food.

Tonight’s choice: French Onion Soup Sammies thanks to Joy the Baker. I followed this recipe exactly and what I got is perfection. I don’t mind spending an hour stirring over the heat when the result is pure caramelized heaven. I mean onions. I do believe the beau gasped in between mouthfuls, “I’m obsessed with this sandwich!”