This eight-year reign of awesomeness is over.
Every other Sunday I reward my taste buds with seven strips of bacon. I look forward to this ritual of destroying my arteries. It’s good fun and a great way to start a Sunday feeling amazing and terrible at the same time.
If you don’t know what this is, then read the part I post which will explain.
Then read yesterday’s post for round two.
Ahem…
I am a really super great qualified candidate for this job. I get totally fired up about stuff, which is motivating for others. I show up early and will do the late thing, too. I eat at my desk, but quietly and without weird smells. My bathroom behavior is tolerable. I don’t need WhiteOut, because I don’t make mistakes. Hire me at your own risk – I’M EXPLOSIVE.
Okay, there are exactly four foods I do not like.
On the way home from the airport yesterday I tweeted out that I was about to make a poor dining decision. My flight was delayed an hour and I wasn’t getting home until midnight. I had eaten at this insane tomato festival earlier in the day but nothing for the past eight hours. Since I was still technically on vacation I decided to get something awful on the way home.
Back on January 1st, I committed to writing one post a day for thirty days. This was a difficult task for that month, and it caused me to build a few muscles that I hadn’t before. Now it’s mid-April and I have the streak intact.
I used to plan out my posts in the morning on the way to work. I’d draft an outline, write a bit on the subway, and then on the way home from work, try to get most of it down. Then at home I’d add photos, links, do the final editing and publish.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
