Hey Bitches!

Right now, I'm eating French toast that I fried in margarine that I'd previously used to fry bologna.  Not only it is like, holyfuckingshitballs awesome tasting?  It also turned out absofuckinglutely perfectly.  

The key to perfect French toast is this: turn the burner on high and let the pan heat up while you prep the eggs.  Whether you used one or two eggs(I like two eggs for two pieces of bread) don't add milk or water.  You may be tempted to but let the eggs do the work. 

When the pan is really, really hot, put the French toast in the pan and immediately turn the heat to low-medium.  Do NOT push down on the bread or flatten it, just patiently let it cook and keep an eye on it to ensure it's not burning.  Flip it when it's ready, let that side cook, and there you go.

Anyway Bitches, I'm going to Saint's Rest Beach tomorrow to check out the hiking trail.  If any Bitches wanna come, I'm gettin off from my fucking hellhole job at 1pm and I'll have my cell.

I know none of you will read this between now and then anyway, but the invitation is there.  Bitches.

Hey Bitches.

That trip to Seaside Park was fucking bitchin'!  I've never been there before and I didn't even know it existed.   Obviously I knew there was water there but I never, ever thought it would be so fucking rad!

You're all invited to check out my flickr page, Bitches.  You better fucking look at it, you know I need the attention.

Hey Bitches?

How come we don't go on a super-fantastic photographic expedition within Saint John? How come?

Go to Flickr.com. Check out the Saint John pool. You won't be sorry. Bitches are getting amazing shots right here in the city.

Those fucking bitches should be us.

Hey Bitches.

Guess what? I'm thinking of trying blue cheese again. For reals. I think I might like it.

If I ever get some extra money(ha ha ha!), I'm gonna find myself a really high rated recipe that calls for blue cheese and it's gonna be fucking awesome.

Ahhh!!!

AAAHHH!!!!

AAAARGHHHHH!!!!!

Hey Bitches!

Today is part three of four in the Voltron: How Could This Happen!!?? drama.  As much as I'm struggling with what's going on, I know I can stay strong.  It's almost over.

I dropped Voltron off at the dealership today.  She's having her brake pads and roters replaced.  I took the shuttle home and now I have to somehow get to work or get back to pick Voltron up, if she's done by 12:30.

This photo of Voltron at the nature park helps me remember all our good times together.

Hey Bitches.

Two pork tongues at Superstore for $1.78!

I'm going for it.