Creatures of the Night....

what nature of demon

lies serpentine behind your orbs?

Holding horrors that I might only dream of

and give thanks

to not be out in hell at night

fighting the lessers that grab

at throats of babes

and tear between legs of maidens

Chicken Parm w/Broccoli

This was the dinner we just got done having; tender chicken breast covered in mozzarella cheese, angel hair pasta with a special sauce cooked up by the bf, and some crisp broccoli.

Food Love Diaries #1 (not in chronological order!)

Here's the first of many food pics that I will be putting up. I started a foodie blog
This one is the plate of duck I had when my lover took me to Kyoto. Oh my dear Lord, it was an amazing, scrumptious time! I loved the atmosphere, low lighting, soft music, well-dressed waitstaff scurrying around. It had a touch of magic to it!
We had sushi for an appetizer, and it was the very first time I have thoroughly enjoyed sushi. It had never been that appealing to me before. Oh, and we also tried pot stickers (I know, funny name) - omg, I fell In love with these. The ones you can find in your local grocer aisle aren't bad, try them!
It was my first time having duck, and that particular plate was so tender, a little fatty, and seasoned beautifully.
I highly recommend Kyoto Steakhouse, on Erie Blvd, Syracuse NY.
It also helps if you have a very sexy dining companion ;)
KR

Food Love Diaries #2

I was not a steak girl before I met him. I would go years in between having steak, because it just didn't excite me. I preferred burgers- I want that bread-major CarboLoader here!
But then this guy walks into my life, and cooks me some amazing meat, perfectly seasoned and at the tenderness that makes the animal in me HOWL!
And I ain't never looked back.
Meal pictured: Steak, green beans, and barley with corn.

Food Love Diaries #3

We try to keep our diet as balanced as possible.
This was one of our lighter meals, but it was still delicious and filling.
We eat a lot of broccoli & cauliflower, for those antioxidant boosts! (Did you know if you're on anti-coagulation meds, you can't eat broccoli b/c it interferes with it? Tells ya something about it, doesn't it?)

Meal pictured: chicken breast seasoned with salt, pepper, lime, hot pepper, & steamed broccoli & cauliflower seasoned with salt and pepper.

Temet Nosce

For all its wonderment and abilities, the human brain can be so lacking in this one thing called common sense.
For a quick example, go jump in your car and drive around for a bit. Guaranteed that you will come across not one, but several drivers whom have no idea what they’re doing behind the wheel.
I am currently a part of a sub culture–the dark, devious cutthroat micro universe of exotic dancing.
There are some great parts to this subculture–I’ve met some of the most creative, open-minded, hilarious people ever. I’ve been helped out by members of that strange family when I really needed it, generosity that I will never forget. I’ve had crazy adventures with sexy women, partied with the pros in the game of chance.
But seriously, what do you think of when you hear the word ‘stripper’? My guess is that there are some unappetizing thoughts that go through your mind.
Those typical stereotypes that just rolled through your mind- unfortunately, there are plenty of women that fit and swell the bill.
I will probably come off as arrogant and bombastic throughout the rest of this piece, but if I may profess-I approach the topic with frustration of wanting people to do better for themselves.
One key component of this particular subculture, unfortunately, is dysfunction. This industry is ripe full of people who cannot do one simple thing: get the fuck out of their own way.
I speak out of experience, trust–I’ve had less than desirable relationships (who hasnt?), I’ve had to move in with a friend in the middle of the ghetto, and I put up with shit longer than I should have.
Don’t get me wrong- it’s not like I’m sitting in a mansion now, with butlers bringing me hot water to soak my feet in (although that would be sweet). I’ve still got a long ways to go before I’m comfortable with where I am in life.
That is called progress. And that is what everyone should be trying to do in life. Whether it be a noun or a verb, it needs to happen. Stasis is progress’ evil uncle, out to destroy its name. Everyday that I go to work, I see examples of the latter. And I get it–most of them came from shitty, abusive, neglectful destitute backgrounds, and it’s all they’ve ever known. They’ve never had good role models, or enough discipline. To a degree, it’s a comfort to be surrounded by the shit you’ve always had in your life.
However–one would hope that a human being would instinctively know that they should try to break free. Do better for themselves than their predecessors did. To take those years of watching poverty beat down their caretaker and use it as fuel to get out of their circumstances. To recognize, through instinct, what was unhealthy in their life, and throw it out. To recognize that it’s just dragging them down, and defeating their chance of success. Isn’t that what we’re all in this for? Success in some form, whether it be success in marriage, child-rearing, career, happiness.
WTF.
Ok, I’ll stop preaching.
K

Thank Fuck its Friday

Long week. But, a successful one!
I have been working on my freelancing, building up my writing portfolio. A trial article I wrote for a fashion magazine was well received and they’ve brought me on board of their writing team, with two articles a week needed. Writing about fashion, especially independent/indie designers? No problem! They’re in the middle of re-launching, so once everything’s up and running, I’ll showcase it!
If I can land one more writing job, then I can shut down the dancing to a minimum. Money’s shit there anyway, so I’m pretty close to saying fuck it as it is. I wish I had a magic ball that could tell me if a shift is going to be worth it or not
And I have so much homework to do this weekend, not cool. I’m so impatient for the end of this educational nonsense. Bahumbug!!
p.s. Once school is done, I’m going to be incorporating foodie elements in here. I eat a lot of bangin’ ass food, thanks to my amazing boyfriend. Occasionally I pull some extraordinary flavors onto the dinner table, but 80% is him.