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I Have Found My First Spider of the Year In My Apartment

I Love This Song

Bob Seger, "Turn the Page"

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin' out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
"Is that a woman or a man?"
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don't dare make a stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page

Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play

Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
Rememberin' what she said

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' star again
There I go
Turn the page
There I go
There I go

Take Note. This is Important.

Happy Meals and Chicken Fajitas

It turns out, that when you're 27 and you order a Happy Meal and very specifically say you do not need a toy because it is for you, the good people of McDonald's think you are kidding and give you a toy anyway. I only have a Happy Meal maybe once every-other week, but still, that's a lot of toys- especially since I'm trying to be a grown up. I guess I'll have to stop ordering Happy Meals.

Currently, I work at a restaurant that serves Chicken Fajitas slathered in soy sauce (I know, right?), I rarely eat Fajitas at all. However, because I'm trying to cook more now that I am a grown up, This was my lunch adventure.

We start with a store-bought (I'm working on it) package of veggies. This actually worked pretty well. I hate wasting food because I'm only cooking for one and I don't want to eat five days of leftovers. I squeezed copious amounts of lime juice on the veggies and cooked them in a little sunflower oil and Adobo seasoning:

Next, I broil chicken that's been marinading over night in store-bought (I get it. I'm lazy.) Southwest Chicken Marinade ("Great for Chicken and Pork!"). I broiled it because I wanted to cook off as much fat and oil as I could, but it took a little longer than planned because the Chicken breast was so thick...wait a minute. That sounds bad.

When everything was cooked, I sliced the chicken and threw it in with the veggies, mainly to make it easier to scoop. Note to self: Invest in kitchen tongs.

And finally, put into store-bought (Not a word) tortillas with a dollop of Daisy. Delicious.

Love Songs

Well, unrequited love songs. Which are my favorite kind as it is pretty much the only love I experience on a daily basis. This song is beautiful, f-bomb and all.

"Creep"

By Radiohead

When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts

I want to have control

I want a perfect body

I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice when I'm not around

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell I'm doing here?

I don't belong here

She's running out again

She's running out

She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so fucking special

I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

I don't belong here

Grad School Regrets

This is someone who does and writes about what I've always wanted to do and write about.

Man, I'm tired of being in school.

Buy me this book.