"I can't believe you made out with me with a french fry in your mouth."

Listening to Robin Thicke today, compliments of Mr. Kamaal.

If I could have one wish granted for me today, I would probably choose: "I wish there was whiskey in this decaf coffee."

When my horoscope is on point, I generally feel uncomfortable. We learned in Advanced Placement Psychology class how to write horoscopes and how they are basically bullshit; comprised of fabricated, but interesting generalizations for humans. But then I read today's horoscope:

You're completely focused on some small element of your work -- at home or on your career path -- that seems to preclude all other activities. You may need to just close your doors or crank your iPod.

Coincidence or not, I still scrunched my forehead (fore-id:I'm so propah!) upon reading that.

Speaking of on pointe, today I discovered there is a Young Patrons group for the New York City Ballet. Since the new season is just about to begin, I'm seriously considering joining this year. It's $350 big ones, but I am confident this membership would make me very, very happy. It includes talk-backs, invitations to private functions and even the opportunity to attend some live rehearsals. That sounds right up my alley.

If I don't buy the John Legend album by the end of this week, I will. I will. Exactly. I don't know what I'll do.

No one has responded to my volunteer applications or job seeking inquiries regarding helping fighting obesity in American children and adults. Obviously I need to bring this search up a notch--possibly to stalker mode. Jamie Oliver, how can I work for you?

I just had an interesting idea for a cover letter.

Possibly genius.

Let me just write it out here.

SYKE! (cike?)

Due to lack of crediting in certain instances and my general mistrust in society, the most amazing of all my material will now only appear in my hidden notebook.

I abhor this entry.

I'm aborting it.

UNT

Cheeky.

I want to be part of this:

For Recipe, Click Here

If anyone knows how to convert from the metric system effortlessly and quickly, please do leave a comment so I can bake these tasty treats immediately. Otherwise, I will be doing the actual math for the conversions; AKA these won't be made until February.

In other food news, why do lemon-pepper adorned pita chips continue to haunt me?

Lately, I have been looking for a few outlets for my creativity and passion for food and cooking. I've been searching for some sort of volunteer organization or a way in which I could help with children and nutrition; fighting American childhood obesity. While surfing the New York Times website, I came across this. So, I got really excited and e-mailed the non-profit organization right away. In fact, I didn't even proofread what I wrote in the 'comments' column I submitted. So, I probably wrote something to the effect of "I am passionate about eating children." Well, hopefully something becomes of this and I can join the fight against obesity and help to improve NYC kids' diet and exercise regimens! One step at a time, America (fatties).

As far as locating an outlet for the oodles of creativity I have oozing from my pores, I have yet to find anything. I'm totally kidding. I live in New York, are you crazy? Let's just say I have narrowed it down to 65 different options. But mostly I just need to start taking dance classes again. And unlike last summer, I vow to not put so much pressure on myself that I pull a muscle.

Should I take Adderal.

question mark.

I would love if I could focus for at least 5 hours a day.

With that, I'm off to making a smidgen of decaf coffee for myself.

All the while sending my regards to my dear cousin in Los Angeles who is ruthlessly addicted to triple shot espressos. Can you even be ruthlessly addicted to coffee? Either way, I think it's time for her to practice a little restriction with Mrs. Caffeine; my spurned lover. And maybe one day I will be motivated to practice a little restriction with Mr. Alki; my friend with benefits.

I need to stop using words and then looking them up in the dictionary afterwards.

UNT