chana marsala.

I fail at art, doesn't stop me from trying. There should be a word for people like me, something that isn't "loser."

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Save money,

Drink less.

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Mardi Gras.

Going crazy on the sugar, while thinking Amy Winehouse left us too soon.

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It's March 2nd.

Girls can look so cute sticking their tongue out; I just look like an idiot.

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So, it's March 1st.

I am trying to see if there are certain key things I can do to become more "satisfied" within. Every one is unique and have their own "fix" to keeping and staying happy. I am almost 30 and still have yet to find or experience my combination of bliss. Or if I think I've found it, I can't reach or fulfill it with my kind of salary. Something has to change - or maybe I have to change.

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My bedroom smells like my dog.

Maybe I need an air purifying plant in here to take care of that smell, if that's what air purifying means. Or maybe give my dog a well deserved bath. Better yet, both! With a tad of carpet shake. I just need to get rid of the smell. It may be one of the most romantic things I do.

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Modern Love.

The podcast, I love it!

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Signed up for a class.

Hopefully, I go and make use of this class. I want to be educated, I really do. And this could become a great stress reliever time by-passer (if there's such a thing).

I shouldn't write when I drink. What I wrote is boring and lacks emotion. Compared to sober writing, I feel. Come back another night for something more "interesting."

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"My VIBES speaker louder than my words."

-Gabrielle Bernstein

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I believe, according to the description if I remember correctly, these are Polish doughnuts! Filled with Bavarian cream! Quite yummy; had them ALL DAY today. Made for the celebration of Mardi Gras. So good. I'll have to buy my brother a box.

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National Margarita Day.

Celebrating with a White Allagash beer. I know, it's not a margarita and I LOVE margaritas, but i wanted something to go well with my bacon, gouda mussels; and I did not feel a margarita would go well with that.

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Please shower.

Before work. Thanks. Your coworkers will greatly appreciate it.

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to Create.

I have no real artistic ability, but the feelings are there. How do I transfer these feelings to become something one can be proud of? It's a dumb question, but how do I create?

Edit: it is 1:17am and I'm realizing to create, you just have to DO. And an answer to my description, asking what we're called when we "can't do art" - I think we're called "cooks."