Since living alone, my “meals” have turned into “eat whenever/whatever you want (can afford)” and if I had the choice, I would use the 1-minute express button on my microwave before turning on the stove. It’s a little combination of being lazy and being broke, but either way, I’m still eating and I’m still alive.
Once upon a time, I thought it would be fun to be a food blogger. I think these two sorry excuses for recipes are pretty good examples as to why that would be a bad idea. Still pretty good regardless.
1. PB2 and protein powder. Heat it up. Toss it over an apple. TA-DA.
2. 1/4 c. chia seeds and 1 c. light coconut milk. Refrigerate for 2 hours or so. Chia seed pudding courtesy of Trader Joes.
Now that I think about it, I think 2 ingredients is my go-to when it comes to feeding myself. Quinoa + beans. Soy milk + coffee. Cereal + milk. Almond butter + chocolate chips. The list goes on.
In other news this week: I celebrated my half birthday with a baseball game and tots from Sticky Rice, lots of pug snugs, and an interview for a part-time job. There was a free drink involved and for the record, I screwed it up when ordering. OF COURSE.
I found this outfit on Pinterest a few months ago and when I wore it to work, my coworker said it looked like something she’d seen on Pinterest. When I asked her last weekend what I should wear to my interview, she suggested the Pinterest outfit again. This is why we’re friends. I took my nose ring out and wore yellow flats because I’m an adult… who can’t put the cover back on the phone-jack-wall-thing. Whatever.



Good luck on the job front! You’ll pull through all this nonsense like a jungle cat, promise. My last interview (for the job i hold down now, like a boss), I forgot to remove my nose ring and my boss asked me where it was the first day of work when I showed up without it. Score.
Thanks, boo. Shit is BANANAS. And for my regular job, I snuck in the nose ring til it was socially accepted and they knew I wasn’t completely worthless just because my nose is pierced. The PT job says no bueno
I need gas money, so I GUESS I can deal.