My Sweater Feels Like Girlfriend Material
In all honesty, I wrote those two lines, wrote the playlist that's going up later today, watched two episodes of The Good Place, and now I'm finally back. Clearly I have no idea what I'm about to talk about today? So good. I'm sure a good blogger would plan these things out in advance, but I wouldn't say I'm the poster child of good blogging.
Am I technically a blogger now? I do it every day, so I guess that'd be a yes. I feel like I scoffed at bloggers for the longest time. Like, psh what could they possibly be talking about all the time on the internet?? Well, now I know the answer to that question is not much. It's like that Batman quote, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a blogger."
What? That's not what The Dark Knight was about? Hm. Weird.
What's new in my life? Not much. I'm employed sadly. I know that it's a good thing I'm employed, but you never appreciate your free time because you're just stressed about being unemployed. Am I happy that I can afford to splurge and finally sign up for MoviePass? You betcha. Is this a paid sponsored post by MoviePass? No, but thank you for thinking that enough people maybe read this blog that MoviePass would want to sponsor me.
(Hi, MoviePass, sponsor me maybe?? I've said your company name like five times in one paragraph. Is there better advertising than that???)
What exactly am I doing? What is my job? I grocery shop for people. Wild, right? A self-proclaimed terrible grocery shopper should not have a job grocery shopping. However, I've learned that the reason I'm so bad at grocery shopping is because I never make a list. I just go in blindly, picking things off the shelf that I could maybe turn into something. I usually just end up buying the ingredients to make tacos and calling it a day.
However, despite only really making tacos, (no, this is no some extended lesbian metaphor) I recently branched out and made barbecue tacos?? Like, who let me go all Food Network in my own home?? I made barbecue beef, homemade pico de gallo, and one sad lil bowl of guac. (The guac itself was sad because there was only one ripe avocado at the grocery store. Make no mistake, I make good guacamole.) Put some shredded gouda on that lightly toasted flour tortilla and BOOM. I made a ducking good taco.
All of this to say; Ladies, I'm employed and I can make a wide variety of bomb-ass Mexican food.(Corn tortilla lovers need not apply. Flour or gtfo.) Form an orderly queue.
Oh, and I also wrote a book that I'll autograph and you can enter to win by clicking that fancy lil widget down there. Yeah, I figured out how to put widgets on this here blog. I am a ducking catch.