First round of bang bang chicken wasn't terrible, it actually needed salt and garlic, I also stewed the whole chicken with an orange peel, a bit of ginger a couple cloves of garlic, and a third of a jalapeno and some soy sauce
damn thing STILL needs salt, but I do have chicken for frying, and a big bowl of stock.
Meanwhile I fret for my hairline which... hasn't visibly moved in 6 years, but this haircut, this humidity, and this... part? I dunno, its driving me batty and looks like a BAD combover when it falls into place JUST wrong, but I know its not so, but it just
ACHK!!!
. I can tell I'm not busy enough when I spend all day cooking, playing video games and looking at my hair in the mirror.
My dad went irreperably bald around this time in his life, course he was also married and had a kid. I guess it doesn't help that I feel doom banging on the door whenever I'm not working on something BIG.
It's not like I look bad with the Jason Statham.
Actually I think it makes me look mean... I just don't WANT to go bald, it means I'm doing something else I don't want to
which is get old.
Man I feel old, and unaccomplished, but then again look at my situation
or rather
don't.
I just need a couple lucky breaks.
A couple exceedingly lucky breaks :|
Independence is definitely a step backward...
I guess I shouldn't really plan on staying.
I dunno, I've already said what's wrong what's where, and how to get it and what's in the way
maybe I don't need to this time.
And I'm reluctant to write more
probably headed for my sixth rewrite on this project...
But I made some headway.
Some.
Marathon kids... not rocket boots.
What do I want to be when I grow up?
Too late... I already did.