It’s a little anti-climactic that the first stop on my cross-country roadtrip was the distant and exotic land of Baltimore/ Washington D.C., but that’s where my cohort Erin is currently stationed, so I needed to swing by and scoop her up. Plus, her moms was eager to feed a sad,
Exactly three weeks ago today, we said farewell to our island paradise to embark on our next adventure in a new world called the Pacific Northwest. While it was our first time ever in this part of the mainland, we’ve been so productive establishing our roots that we were able
New York City has given me enough memories to last a lifetime, but it’s always gutwrenching to say goodbye. While I’ve bid adieu to the city many times over, it was always knowing that I could come back to a mailing address here. Sure, I’ve got a one-way flight booked at
Like my boy Bueller once said: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and blog about it for a while, you could forget the details.” I may have remixed that quote a tad, but ain’t it pretty close to the truth? It’s been a looong time since I’ve consistently written on
Growing up in he 80’s my mom and dad didn’t have much, my dad was hustling to get his small two bay bodyshop start up going, and ma-dukes was a stay at home mom who took really good care of us, making sure we did our homework, brushed our teeth
QT for me usually always involves food, which I know a lot of you can relate to. And lately, QT has been packing some weight! Good food, good company… the good life. Seoul Jung Korean BBQ Quickly Isshin Ramen Dead FishBrunch with a view.
If you like Sriracha and chocolate, you might want to try the Sriracha Chocolate bar. The original version can be only found on Think Geek. I heard there are some knock offs, but I wouldn’t bother with reps. Just like wheels, stick w/ the real. The flavor is dark chocolate
When the Rose is Faded by Walter de la Mare When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone. That vanishing loveliness, That burdening breath, No bond of life hath then, Nor grief of death. ‘Tis the immortal thought Whose passion