I've started a food blog.

Seems as though I'm too happy to write here anymore. Nothing really to complain about, aside from my hammock branch getting cut down. I seem to have hung up the orgy-having, love-lust, wonder-struck dyke hat, for my - I can't wait to clean my windows, bake a chicken pot pie and hold hands with my love apron. I'm changed. And what do I have to say about myself? - "oh hey another happy day. Jee being in love and having my shit together - fucking rocks. " It all just doesn't pen well.

but I've started a food blog, if you're out there and you're interested.
It's here:

http://myjoymachine.blogspot.com/