Seductive as the whole fame thing is, I have come to the realization that such things are ultimately fleeting and leave a person longing for something more.
That something is blogging.
So, may this post re-commence my dedication to blogspot.
I've realized something about myself over the past few weeks.
I really like food...(breakfast foods in particular)...Not so much the eating of it per se, but the sport/notion of it. Allow me to explain.
In my spare time at work, I have been google-ing things like "peanut butter banana french toast" and "lemon souffle pancakes." And I stare at the pictures in this weird, pornographic fashion. As soon as someone walks by, I impulsively minimize the screen of a big, greasy bacon and egg waffle sandwich to my Excel spreadsheet.
I also thoroughly enjoy trawling blogs dedicated to cupcakes. (Like this one)
I am dragging my unsuspecting family to Clinton Street Bakery this weekend. For this reason:
I fear that this once casual pastime may be quickly morphing into an unhealthy obsession.
In other news...
I saw the BEST solicitation executed by a homeless guy in Columbus Circle the other day. This was no contrived, obvious attempt with tired lines like "God Bless" or "Need money to feed my babies/crack habit." Instead, his sign read "NEED MONEY FOR ALCOHOL so women can get me drunk and take me home." I was obviously convicted to fund such an endeavor.
Embarrassing anecdote of the day:
While at work, I decided to Pandora on my iPhone. Innocent enough...until it became apparent that my headphones were not adequately inserted. Of course the last station I had been listening to was Lady Gaga, and "Maneater" thus polluted the airwaves of Oxford University Press on full blast for a painful 6 seconds.
