Sometimes I worry myself when I'm TOO happy. It's like this crawling out of my skin feeling but without the anxiety I would normally have with said crawling out of skin feeling.
All I know is that this morning I'm a big ball of happy. I can't even sum up my feelings into a few words. Symbols might be more appropriate. Last night I hosted an Italian feast and had a beautiful spread on the table. This was actually the first time I've done the entire dinner completely by myself without having mock-sous chefs. Well, when I needed to put on my war paint I did ask Jocelyn and Tosh for a bit of final touches on setting up my appetizers, but almost everything I did myself. Everything came out fantastic. Between the food and 10+ bottles of wine, we all had a good time.
Great food, great wine, great friends, great night... I slept like a baby and it felt so good to have my 'old spot' back...
Today's a stoked on life kinda day, aside from blogger not letting me upload pictures and blackberry internet constantly being down.
Grab your dick and double click.
- Princess Pinche
- I cook way too much for my own good and I spend a majority of my income at Whole Foods. I speak and write exclusively in hyperbole and satire. I have a very big Doberman Pinscher named Sierra Havana that wants the opportunity to eat a baby. I finally got rid of my horse and now all I want to do is travel the world. I believe in ghosts because I see dead people. I get anxiety attacks when I do not have my cell phone with me because I need rehab for blackberry messenger. I'm not ashamed to have a closet full of sex toys. I'm an equal opportunity hater and eater. I would love the life of a hermit crab or Anthony Bourdain. I want 30 slaves and I don't care where they come from as long as I can beat them.
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