Hello there Martians! Oh wait, you’re not Martians? But you look all green and like… ohhhh you’ve just been eating lots and lots of matcha. I get it.
It is Matcha Madness month afterall!
I am not a stranger to Le Pain Quotidien. In fact, every other weekend will find me there sipping at my oj / fresh lime juice / hot chocolate and nibbling away on my granola / croissant / porridge. Choice of food is always weather dependent.
I am so not a stranger to Le Pain Quotidien that I don’t even say its full name any more. I just call it “Le Pain” which, I know it sounds more like a medieval torture device but actually just means “bread”. “Le Pain Quotidien” for those playing at home? The Daily Bread.
Ah, I *heart* Le Pain.
*tee hee hee* I said “sex” in my post title *sniggle* and guess what? I’m gonna say it again and in the same sentence I’m gonna say Big Pickle. Just wait for it.
God I’m immature.
You know how you never really ever win anything? Well, maybe you do, but I don’t. I enter a butt load of competitions but y’know, I forget that I’ve entered as soon as I’ve clicked ok and there it goes, into the nethersphere that is my history of competition entries.
But yesterday. YESTERDAY I FINALLY WON SOMETHING. I won me a trip to Egypt.
For frickin’ realz.
grilled eel with cucumber
This is a photo post of dinner at Kikuchi Japanese Restaurant last Friday night. It’s not that I have nothing to say (c’mon you guys know me better than that!). It’s just that all I need to say is that I loved it and I’ll definitely be back.
Once upon a time there was the interwebz. The interwebz was a funny ol’ thang. It was born in a pin prick of light, a cyberspace baby and it grew and grew and GREW. The interwebz became everything, and though you can’t touch it, you always know it’s there.
It lives and breathes through you and I: a hobby, a way of life, an institution, a religion.