So, So Over It

I'm the type of person that can sometimes tolerate a whole lot of bullshit.  Is that a personality type?  Well, if it wasn't before, it is now.  People, places, things:  you name it, I can probably deal with his/her/its bullshit...for an extended period of time.  Once the BS has piled up too high, though, I'm just over it.  Just.  Totally.  Over it.

So, as you could possibly guess, I'm so, so over it.  My town has ceased to provide me with sufficient activities to keep my interest, its too effing hot to run outdoors these days, the subtlety of my friends' fakeness has worn off, the novelty of Tinder has worn off, I'm bored out of my mind with this town's male population, and all I have to look forward to is the quickly approaching frigidly icy winter.  Did I mention that this winter is going to be frigid AND icy?  If anyone out there hates black ice more than me, oh and falling on their ass in the ice and snow while carrying 20 pounds of books, they've yet to identify themselves.

Yes, I'm having a bit of a pity party here.  BUT, my main point is I'm ready for the next town and the next adventure, and it can't come soon enough.  If it could please include a job, my Alaskan littles and their parents, I would be delighted.  The countdown has officially started.

In other news, I made #28 tonight.  I was delicious.  Oh, AND I found a heads-up penny!  Jesus, am I living on the edge, or what?  Probably more like "or what", huh?

(Recipe can be found here:  http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/18/dining/18mini.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0  Do you like how I took the photo AFTER I took a bite out of the bread?)