A complaint about my neighborhood

This morning there was a fly in the car, which we discovered shortly after setting out. This of course meant that I had to roll down my window. I got it about a fraction of the way down, before quickly rolling it back up and letting Rich take care of the fly. You see, it's not that I have some open window phobia, but rather that the street corner near our condo is where all the Mexican day laborers hang out. We turn right at that intersection, and pulling up to the corner and rolling down your window is the signal to them that you want to talk. Now, I know that they're probably perfectly nice people, and their labor is valuable to the people of San Diego, and they're only trying to feed their families, and I know that they have to gather somewhere in order for people to find them, but why my corner? Why?! Groups of people just give me the willies. I will never ever be able to walk to the shopping center now, since the very idea of it makes me so nervous.

A craving for bad food

At the university where I work and attend school, there is this Japanese fast food joint. When it first opened, I thought it was the greatest place. The food was tasty and cheap, a college student's dream! After eating there (quite frequently) for a while, I realized that there was a reason that the food was inexpensive. The rice they used was of a very poor quality, and the chicken was the miscellaneous grisly pieces. After that, I couldn't really eat there for a few months. Now, however, I get this craving for it every month or so. Even though I know it won't be as good as I wish it would be, I'm still irresistibly drawn to it. I think it's some sort of mental defect. R is the same way with Panda Express, even though it usually gives him a stomach ache.

A statcounter.com revelation

This blog has been visited by someone from Canada! I feel so... International.

Sort of.

A horrible kitchen discovery

This morning the overhead light in my kitchen was repaired. Now, a little background on this. Seven months ago, when we officially came into possession of the condo, the light was quite functional. Six and a half months ago, on the day that we finished moving in, the light stopped working. After a long and tedious process, the light finally was fixed (with a repair that took all of ten minutes), and the kitchen was filled with its fluorescent glow. I soon had to turn the light off, as it was showing the kitchen for what it truly is: really fucking dirty.

A lunchtime disaster

I've been cursed with a leaky set of tupperware (Damn you, Ikea!), so yesterday my faux Greek salad leaked all over my purse, leaving everything all balsamic-y. On the upside, the salad was still rather tasty.

A's Faux Greek Salad

Ingredients:

• Cucumbers (I prefer the little Persian ones, since you don't even have to peel them, but any will do)
• Tomatoes (I used halved cherry tomatoes, but this also could be any other sort of tomato)
• Fresh Basil leaves
• Feta cheese
• Balsamic vinegar

Directions:

Cut up the cucumber and tomato in big chunks and toss together. Chop basil, and sprinkle on top of cucumber and tomato mixture. Drizzle with vinegar, then crumble feta on top. Garnish with a sprig of basil if so inclined.