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#im in a smoked salmon mood
nickibun · 1 month
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ed log:
salmon teriyaki w/ rice | ??? cal
shrimp + potatoes | ??? cal
usage + mood:
totally f*kd up today. hardly ate the past few days though. feeling completely torn.
saw my ex tonight to have him help me with
an assignment i’ve had due and got an extension on since i was so busy with fashion week.
ofc he knows about my ed and cooked dinner,
i bought him lunch, we shared a bottle of wine.
i feel so guilty. tomorrow i will do better.
as for my usage, i spent a few days helping my friends (messed up couple) with their issues, obviously drank a ton of vodka, smoked some t with them. took a couple valium to get to sleep. did some mdma on valentine’s day.
daily log:
nyfw this year was really amazing.
i worked two shows (one of which i walked in for the first time), attended four other shows from a multitude of designers.
some of my friends came to my show which was honestly amazing. saw a lot of old colleagues/friends at a show for a company i used to intern for, which felt really special since i hadn’t seen many of them since i first moved to nyc. i shot for a really great alternative brand on monday with another model and crazy talented photographer.
i’m really proud of myself for getting through this month so far, considering all the variables i’ve been dealing with (relapsing on h, the girl i was seeing for a few months breaking things off w me, fights w my ex, my mom being in town and staying with me).
looking back at everything i’ve been doing this month really puts things into perspective; this is why i’m here. this is what i came to do. i moved to new york to pursue my degree in fashion marketing, and im applying what ive learned along with my own creativity and vision into real life.
when i was at my lowest point, waking up in hell everyday 16-19, only caring about h and my shitty ex bf… i look back and think how if that girl knew where she would be at 21 she wouldn’t believe it.
i didn’t think about waking up the next day, looking into the future (even six months wasn’t in my plan) wasn’t in my cards.
i need to realize i’ve come so far. such a long way.
it’s nice to be reminded of where i came from to where i am now, and how much progress i’ve made since getting out of rehab in october of 2022.
i won’t let a slip up define me.
at the same time, i’m utterly terrified to think about where i’ll be next year, or five years down the line.
i never thought i’d make it this far, and the road is long ahead of me.
one day at a time one day at a time one day at a
i try to remember. i’ve changed things. i am ok.
i am better. i’ll do my best everyday. some days are harder than others, but i have grown so much, that is something to be proud of.
i saw my ex for valentine’s day, which i am a bit ashamed to say. now im sleeping at his house. im sitting here justifying this to myself, even after the horrible things he’s said and done to me in the past nine months.
on valentine’s day, he asked me out to dinner. i said yes, then regretted it within the first hour of the date. i drank to the point where i can’t remember going home with him that night.
i called my friends to essentially rescue me. they had made up a perfect excuse to get me to leave. which ended up in me partying with them for the next two days. lol
i need new friends.
middle of our party (it’s a couple), AC had gotten his gf arrested. so fucked. spent the next day locating which jail she was in, figuring out her arraignment time, etc etc. but, since they had shown up for me so many times i knew i had to stick it out. i’m glad i did. i think AC would’ve lost his shit if he was in the apt alone knowing what he’d done.
i go to miami tomorrow for a much needed vacation for a few days. excited to be in my hometown and see my parents.
anyways, here’s some raw photos from the shoot:
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bbarican · 2 years
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12:12 pm // february 03, 2022
ive been in a really cranky mood and i hate it
this morning was okay though, im just really easily irritated right now and i dont like it at all
im trying my best not to be jealous of my younger brother and the fact that 1. he has a girlfriend and 2. super open ng relationship nila sa parents ko to the point na the girl is celebrating her birthday her at our house pero wala eh, as much as i dont want to be jealous, i really am, as in i really really really am so sue me
i promise ill shake it off and make this afternoon a really productive one
im gonna clean my room later, light my favorite candle, have a glass (or two) of wine, and just relax and try and let all my emotions out cause i feel like there's too much going on and my heart is heavy
i really wanna change my daith piercing already with some gold jewelry so it doesnt look so out of place
im probably gonna have a smoked salmon sandwich for dinner later
im downloading gagamboy: no way home para mapanuod namin later + even though im jealous of my brother and his girlfriend and his bestfriend coming over, i dont mind at all taking care of them and their movie night later
i cant wait for the weekend so i can buy notebooks and pens for review classes again
and on that note, im gonna muster up the guts to ask him if he wants to go and spend the day with me on saturday
fingers crossed he wont mind just walking around the mall with me while i buy stuff and look for books; im gonna bribe this man with: coffee
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lusilly · 4 years
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what laughter is to childhood
i’ve been meaning to finish a very very short piece about damian being 16 years old and thinking he’s Super Smart for some time now. will post to ao3 tomorrow. dami/irey cuteness. enjoy!
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           In the early morning, an alarm went off on the phone on Damian’s bedside table. Behind the blackout curtains of his room, dawn was only just beginning to break outside. In an instant Irey was up, swiping the phone off the table and silencing the alarm.
           Groggily, Damian turned over to wrap his arms around his girlfriend’s waist. She giggled and returned the embrace, holding him about his shoulders. His face buried in her neck, he murmured, “It’s too early.”
           She kissed the top of his head. “I know,” she replied, sympathetically. “This is a lot easier at the Tower, huh?”
           Still pressed against her shoulder he let out a small sigh, and a moment later she vanished, leaving his arms empty and his bed cold. Damian rolled over once more, drawing the covers up around his bare chest, and went back to sleep.
           An hour or so later – Damian always slept fitfully in the mornings after Irey left – he got out of bed, heading first to the bathroom. After his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and then carefully inspected the very obvious marks along his neck and collarbone. He took a few selfies on Snapchat and sent them to Irey, captioned, Today’s damage.
           Her reply consisted mainly of a number of emojis and lots of exclamation points. A little later she sent a selfie of herself in the bathroom mirror, her own towel wrapped around her waist. One arm draped across her chest to preserve her modesty (not that it was difficult; Iris had very little to show in that department), the photo was captioned, Im clean…try harder next time.
           Iris’s superspeed meant that any marks he left on her skin were gone before they even formed, but Damian liked the challenge. As they texted, Damian carefully dabbed concealer over the marks along his neck, though he didn’t bother with the one lower down his chest. Nobody would see it, anyway.
           This game he and Irey played would only continue to be fun if they could manage to keep it a secret, so Damian meticulously covered up any visible evidence of lovebites, careful to make it look as natural as possible. Not that it was likely his father would be suspicious – the Batman didn’t think any speedster could get past the sensors set up around Wayne Manor. He had no clue how fast Iris was. Apart from Damian nobody in the world knew how fast she was, and even Damian, constrained to the normal laws of physics, stranger to the Speed Force, could never fully comprehend her true power. Keeping a secret of this magnitude together was thrilling. The fact that it helped her sneak into the house so they could spend time together after hours was just a plus.
           Downstairs, Alfred was already preparing breakfast. Like he did on many mornings, Damian went about critiquing his choices. “I don’t like smoked salmon,” Damian insisted, standing in the refrigerator door, inspecting a package of the stuff. “I don’t know why you still insist on buying it.”
           “If I recall,” Alfred replied patiently, “last week you positively devoured it.”
           “That was lox,” Damian retorted. “Lox and smoked salmon are two completely different things.”
           “Are they really?” asked Alfred mildly, fully aware of the slight culinary differences between the two products, and also aware that Damian never seemed to notice unless he inspected the packaging before being served. “Why, I had no idea.”
           “Lox isn’t smoked at all,” continued Damian, digging his hand into the produce drawer to withdraw a handful of loose grapes. Popping one after the other into his mouth, he took a seat at the counter. “It’s cured, but not smoked. It’s saltier, and I don’t like that smoked taste, it makes it taste off.”
           Damian didn’t like a great many things, but it helped immensely when he could sit here, in the kitchen, and watch Alfred prepare his food. He even schmeared his own bagel, like a big boy. “Pineapple or kiwi?” asked Alfred, of Damian’s daily protein-boosted fruit smoothie.
           “Pineapple,” answered Damian, through a mouthful of bagel. His favorite lately. He swallowed the bagel, then added, “I don’t like kiwi, I’ve told you that.”
           He’d decided he hadn’t liked kiwi a few months ago, when Dick had visited for a few days and pushed Damian into near hysterics by taking a bite out of a kiwi whole, as if it were an apple. Dick insisted the fiber was good for you. Damian had countered that the fiber intake derived from kiwi skins was negligible at best, unless you ate about thirty kiwis at a time. Dick had taken that as a personal challenge.
           “I shall have to replace kiwi in our rotation, then,” agreed Alfred smoothly, as the blender whirred. “Perhaps something more exciting than oranges. Grapefruit?”
           “I can’t have grapefruit,” said Damian, scrolling through something on his phone.
           This wasn’t true, as Alfred was acutely aware of all the medications Damian was currently on, and all their various interactions. But he wouldn’t argue. “Papaya, perhaps?”
           “I like mango,” offered Damian, as Alfred placed his smoothie in front of him. “Iris’s mother makes incredible mango juice.” Iris’s mother bought mango juice in cartons from Whole Foods for $7.99, but Damian didn’t know that.
           As Alfred busied himself with making breakfast for himself – Bruce would not be up for another hour yet, at which time he could forage for his own meal – he asked, “And how is young Miss West, I might ask?”
           “She’s well,” answered Damian, taking an exploratory sip of the smoothie, then setting it down once more, apparently pleased. “Well,” he amended, “technically speaking, she’s grounded, so not as well as usual.”
           “Did something happened?”
           “She and her brother had an argument. I can sympathize, having argued with a fair number of brothers in my lifetime.” All sixteen years and three quarters of it.
           “Which resulted in her becoming grounded?” Alfred made a face, impressed. “Perhaps we should have tried that method with you, when you were younger.”
           “I believe you did,” Damian pointed out. “And as far as I recall, it didn’t work.”
           Alfred asked, “Does it work for her?”
           Damian didn’t answer. When Alfred turned around to breakfast with Damian, neither of them said anything. “Why wouldn’t it?” asked Damian, as Alfred took a sip of his own smoothie.
           “Merely a question,” Alfred murmured, turning to his bagel with a sigh.
           Later that day, Damian worked on an assignment from a teacher Bruce had commissioned with whom he communicated remotely – that is, he holed up in his room, door closed, music turned up just loud enough to drown out the noise from beyond his own space. Though by the nature of the computer networks in the house Bruce could at any moment peek at whatever internet activity his son was taking, he generally refrained from doing so. They had promised some years ago that they would try to set normal boundaries, even in such abnormal circumstances. So when an alert lit up that informed Bruce that Damian had enabled a rudimentary network masking program – a sort of glorified ‘Private Browser’ – Bruce just quietly silenced the notification, well aware that his son was, in fact, a normal teenager.
           Before patrol, Damian joined his father in the Batcave for some light training. In a specialized suit which recorded his every movement and vital signs, he executed maneuvers in the simulation room exquisitely, more perfect than any of the boys had ever been. More perfect than Bruce had ever been. Damian rivaled Cassandra in all ways except for his reliance on brute force, whereas Cass would always default towards the simplest option, the way to beat her opponent as easily and effortlessly as possible.
           The effort was part of the thrill, for Damian. When the sim dropped, Damian breathed ragged breaths, grinning up at the camera through which he knew his father was watching. “Is that all you’ve got?” he called, taunting.
           Bruce mic’d in. “Enough for tonight,” he said shortly. “You’re on patrol in an hour. Get some rest.”
           With a sigh, Damian exited the sim room. Before he went to shower or change his clothes, he picked up his phone, which had buzzed with several notifications whilst he was training. Bruce went back to work on the Batcomputer.
           After a few minutes, an alert popped up on the screen: Damian’s suit was registering a spike in heartrate.
           Bruce frowned, then clicked to open a camera feed to the place Damian had left his phone. And sure enough, Damian still stood there, his eyes glued to his phone, which he was very obviously trying to hide, to shield from whatever prying camera eyes may be found over the Cave.
           He lifted the phone in front of him, catching his face, tapping the screen. He opened his mouth. Bruce frowned again, then zoomed in with the security camera. On his son’s phone, two years and a doggy mouth were superimposed over his face, the tongue wagging when Damian opened his mouth.
           Damian then made a very crass gesture with two of his fingers, and Bruce turned the feed off very quickly. Raising a teenager was exhausting.
           Rather than the showers in the Cave, Damian generally prepared to venture back up into the house in his gear and use the shower in his own room. Bruce didn’t mind this; none of the boys had ever been as fastidious as Damian was about maintaining their identity and separating home life and Batcave life, and none had ever been as finicky about the hygiene of shared bathing spaces as Damian had, so no harm, no foul. In a very good mood, Damian came bounding downstairs with his hair still damp, ready for patrol.
           As the three of them gathered for the only shared meal of the day, something light but nutritious before patrol, Damian chatted excitably about his ongoing missions, the assignments he was working on, the Titans, the new designs he was work on. “Lian showed me how to cross stitch and now we’re all at it, all hours of the day,” he babbled, running his hand through his damp hair. “I can’t explain it, perhaps if it were knitting and we were – you know – creating something, it would make more sense for all of us to be so set upon it, but really we’re just making moons and flowers and things. I should speak to her about finding new designs,” he continued absently, rubbing at a sore spot on his neck. “Did you know, she says you can stitch them onto pillows, or something?” Distantly, he wondered, “Maybe Dick would like a pillow for his birthday.”
           “I’m sure he would,” agreed Alfred. Bruce grunted, scanning through the Gazette. “Damian,” added Alfred.
           Without looking up from his food, Damian answered, “Hn?”
           There was a pause. Alfred let out a gentle cough. Damian looked up.
           Alfred met his gaze. Then, pointedly, he glanced towards Damian’s neck, at the spot he’d just been rubbing. For a second Damian was confused, then he froze stock still. Slowly, he looked down at his hand – and saw a patch of concealer rubbed off on his fingers, which had not yet fully dried.
           Wide-eyed, Damian looked back up at Alfred, then, without turning his head, glanced sidelong at his father. Alfred offered him a little smile, then he held up his mug. “Would you mind terribly fetching me a spot of tea, Damian?”
           “Yes,” said Damian instantly, seizing the mug and the opportunity. “Of course. One moment.” Then, calmly, measuredly, he walked out of the dining room.
           Once past the threshold, he dashed up the stairs three at a time, sprinting to his bedroom to safely reapply concealer onto his neck.
           Bruce sipped his coffee, eyes still focused on the newspaper.
           “Bruise or a hickey?” he asked.
           Waiting for Damian to return with his tea, Alfred replied, “The latter, I’m afraid.”
           “I’ll need to speak to Wally about this, of course,” muttered Bruce, inspecting a particular article that caught his eye. “Can’t have her roughing him up too badly every night.”
           “Puppy love, sir. Happened to them all.”
           “Cassandra never gave me this trouble.”
           “Or, as we well know, she’s simply more competent than her brothers.”
           Finally Bruce looked up, frowning at Alfred as he sipped from his coffee mug.
           Then he sighed, returning to the newspaper. “Just as long as he’s using protection.”
           It was then that Damian returned, barreling into the room breathing far too evenly, his eyes too round and paranoid. “Here,” he said, setting the cup of tea down before Alfred. “With lemon, as you like it.”
           “Thank you,” said Alfred graciously.
           “You’ll be on your usual route tonight,” Bruce told Damian, setting the newspaper down. “I might have Spoiler join you.”
           “Isn’t Stephanie too busy for nightly patrol?”
           “Yes,” agreed Bruce. “But I’m sure she’ll make an exception.” He got to his feet, dishes in hand. “Understood?”
           “Yes,” said Damian immediately, with a nod. “Understood.”
           As Alfred watched his boys drive off into the night, he let out a quiet sigh.
           They grow up so fast.
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goldenxsunshine · 4 years
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🤶🏻 We don’t really have any traditional meals but we always have pizza, some renditions of quiche loraine, little sandwiches and I think at some point there were smoked salmon? idk skddjdo And for my job I was away for 3 months! I got back in early September which I was so happy about because I didn’t miss my sisters birthday! Like the problem wasn’t the age of kids but more like the kids themselves like some of them were downright spoiled pls and I can’t even complain you have to just deal —
with it ughhh I am so happy that everything went along your plans and yeah yesterday I didn’t do much myself but today is all about work and running some errands!
🤶🏻 I am getting home from work and really so close to turn to in a ice cube any minute now BUT a very important question come to my mind !!!!!  Do you like Harry Potter? Have you ever read the books or at least watched the movies? which house were you sorted in?? SO MANY QUESTIONS SO LITTLE TIME HVHKMCHN            
OOH pizza at christmas?? THE DREAM!!! Tho salmon no thank u i’m alright, esp smoked salmon sorry but ughhh i hate it
And wow 3 months, that’s like a very long time, but im glad you enjoyed it otherwise it defo could have been awful!! Also ughh is a mood, some spoiled kids can be alright, but unfortunately most of those i met were some of the worst so yeah i can imagine the scene.....
GOD today was the worst, it was so fucking cold i feel ya!!!! Well,,,, to be honest i never really cared much for it (PLS DONT HATE ME ASJKDFJ) but i did watch the movies because a few years ago a friend of mine was like i refuse to keep being friends with you if you never watched the HP movies at the very least askjdfak but surprisingly i actually really liked it and i think i did the test like once because i had some time to kill and if i remember correctly the results were that i belonged to the hufflepuff house, what about you ? I have a feeling you loved it so i’m curious, am i right ? 👀
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funeralllhome · 6 years
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Ultimate aesthetic/mood: my house is silent, i sneak down stairs to scavenge for food, i find smoked salmon and coke in the fridge, i eat the salmon in the darkness of the kitchen, i hear the opening credit song from the 1990′s version of  IT playing from quietly from my bedroom, im kinda wavy from cold meds and the moon is full. 
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fat-highlander · 5 years
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Week 3 - Fat Wars: Revenge Of The Dish
So last week we left your hero (me :-p) recovering from an almighty battle of courage, wit, carbs and alcohol; a battle I severely got cuffed in as I had managed to best my record for highest weight gain achieved in a week on ANY stint I've had at SW. We’re talking almost impressive number of pounds here people, like it was opposite day and I was king of weight gain. In opposite day I would have won SW and no one else would compete anymore! Think about life without SW! The weight gains! The secret competitiveness between “friends” gone. The missed banter about Gin! (my group is VERY Gin and booze focussed....as is my blog so far actually, I’m wondering if this should be turning into and SW-AA group combination lol)
So I pretty much got to work straight after that weight gain. Got my new food diaries as my daughter decided to destroy the others. I was a good little boy noting down everything, keeping an eye on everything. Noticing things I hadn’t noticed previously, and honestly, its really the little things. The times I've shrugged off times people have said to measure things out and in my own arrogance I just ‘eye ball’ it. That eye balling could be the difference between 1 and 6 or 7 syns! So while yes, still eye balling here, I’m eye balling with spoons and eyes until I get myself some proper weight spoon things. 
Other little things, spreads! I might have touched on this last time, but f*ck. Bread, spread, touch of mayo, the building blocks of a delicious sammage for me. That’s not even a filling yet and we’re hitting high syns for a damn sammage! But as I touched on this last week, me and bread are on a break. It has been somewhat awkward though. Keep bumping into bread when I’m in the kitchen, we exchange a polite nod now and again, I know my wife and daughter both still see bread on a daily basis which yeah, that is hard and hurts me a little. But I’m a big boy, I have to live and let live.....god I miss you bread.
The week continued on fairly well, there was slip up from unexpected sources. I’m starting the think the continued relationship between my wife and bread may be turning into something sinister, I say this as on Thursday night I was unexpectedly gifted a bar of Galaxy Chocolate, not a wee one either, a medium size we’ll say (to make ones self feel less a greedy bastard). “Why did you get me chocolate, that's not good?” I harked. “I thought you’d like a treat...” Well wasn’t like I could leave it really, these things only have a shelf life of like, 12-16 months, best not waste it. So it was devoured!!! And good god it was amazing. I’m not really a massive sweet tooth person, forever preferring a slab of meat to a slab of chocolate, but that Galaxy was incredible. 
Friday morning did feel somewhat like that guilty walk home from a one night stand as I made my way to work. I had chocolated, it was good at the time, but what was it really worth? I could effectively have just undone the decent week I had had leading to that chocolate. And sure, I could blame the wife, but I still decided to eat it didn’t I. I made the decision. You’re right lets just blame the wife lol.
And then we come to it. Friday evening/the weekend. The devils play ground! The sadists sauna! The drunkards divine days! Those 2 days are just the home of kryptonite, no work to be done, no distractions. A pure test of will to not f*ck up progress (potentially screwed by chocolate already) and behave. Which for the most part I actually did for a change. 
Food wise was still on plan with the odd treat here and there, but kept within syns on the treats. Saturday during the day we all went to the park with a new basketball I had bought in an attempt to relive my teenage years. Back in high school myself and a good friend Dalius would spend our lunch breaks and hours in the evenings playing basketball, to the point where we were actually pretty good (I thought so anyway) and I fancied getting back into this routine. So the local park has a concrete area and proper height hoop. The plan being take the wee one to the park with her new scooter, the ball, and just mess about. We arrived at the hoop, me feeling quite cool and confident as I start to bounce the ball like a pro! I still got this!!! Then I position myself to shoot, bend the knees and with an almighty spring from the legs, flew to the dizzying height of 1.5 inches off the ground! The ball, escalating through the skies to approx....2 feet higher than me, my muffin top escaping the underneath of my t shirt and flapping into the new winds create by my sudden movements, waving back and fourth nearly throwing me off balance! My shorts eventually feeling this effect (within the 1 second that this whole procedure lasted for) begin to creep down, taking with them the boxers, exposing the crack of my arse for the world. In one swift movement, I'd nearly gotten undressed and managed to display that my basketball prowess was long dead. I won’t even try describe what my man boobs did as i have still not worked out how they managed to tangle into each other. Not deterred though, going to keep it up. It’s the weight needing to come off, as I get lighter, movement will be easier, the height I jump, I hope to god will increase lol. And hopefully there will eventually be less flappy bits dancing in the wind like a rogue sail on boat in the high seas.
So spent a little more time shooting the hoops, carefully, then headed in as it started to rain. The only other downside to the Saturday was boredom in the evening which let to opening the only bottles of alcohol in the house, prosecco. Why do people rave about this stuff? It literally tastes to me like urine, lemon and fizzed in a sodastream…..still I drank it to get a feeling out of it lol. But again this was my bad area, waste of syns on something I in the end did not even enjoy!!! Maybe I should speak to the many Gin ladies of my group for alternatives lol :-p. 
Sunday was fairly standard again with the exception of a lunch at Simpson’s Garden centre. My fellow diners were in the mood for cake or scones, I opted for a wholemeal sammage instead. Hot smoked salmon, cream cheese and chives. The cream cheese and the spread (god damn you spread!!!!) will have been the killers here but I was fairly good the remainder of the day, so quite confident it wasn’t going to be the weight loss killer compared to Galaxy and Piss-eco.
And then we have weight day! The reason we put ourselves through this whole thing. The hope that we have scraped just enough of a good week to get that loss!! To get one over your mate in that secret rivalry you both have but will NEVER admit to each other is actually happening!! Finally, got a loss. 
And it felt f*ckn amazing. It wasn’t the greatest loss ever, it was more than one pound though, and it was a loss. This is the boost I needed. It’s now Wednesday and i’m still feeling confident. I don’t want to sound too “hell yeah bring it!! target 12 pounds loss this coming Monday!!!” cause that's just waiting for the fall really isn’t it. But the loss as spurred me on, I feel like i’m watching things more, watching what i’m taking in. Prime example, Tuesday night. The wife working, so I must fend for myself! Which is easy as I love cooking and by faaaar the superior chef of the house lol (love you baby). But upon planning my meal when I got in (it was going to be chicken and bacon in a paprika sauce, the sauce being made with some beef stock and cream cheese run through it, not crazy healthy, but packed with vegs. That cream cheese does add on the syns and if you end up using a lot, that could be a good half of someones daily intake on just one meal) I suddenly changed my mind. I knew my option was, to an extent, friendly, but it was not without the syns. I realised I could instead use the same ingredients minus a couple that would syn, get this meal made into a SW quiche, which is secretly a Frittata in disguise, im not sure if SW are aware of this. It’s not a quiche people, its a Frittata!!! 
So got that made, packed with veg, chicken, bacon without the delicious fat bits. Was plenty left for lunch today to so that was covered nicely. So that’s going to be my meal of this week, a fun new feature I've literally just made on the spot. I won’t list what I did or used to make it here as I know SW members have made this “quiche” before (its a fckn frittata!!). I will say though I made mine paprika based which made it slightly smokey, delicious.
So that's this week done with a loss. In summation, continue with the drinking of water at all stages, keep focussed, even those small things! THEY ADD UP! Don’t waste syns on stuff you won’t notice or need! And bread, I still love you, but please stop calling me it’s getting weird.
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szofica03 · 7 years
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1. What is you middle name? Anna
2. How old are you? 25
3. What is your birthday? February
4. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius
5. What is your favorite color? Steel-blue
6. What’s your lucky number? 13, like abviously
7. Do you have any pets? Yeeees. two of the cutes dog in the world. i miss them soooo much
8. Where are you from? lake Balaton :)
9. How tall are you? 1.73 m 
10. What shoe size are you? 39 in high heels, 38 in sport shoes
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? pfff, i think too much for a girl with my income :D but come on, im a working girl, who need to be pretty in work. and in life. and everywhere
12. What was your last dream about? the latest what i remember was about my own flat.
13. What talents do you have? I can draw pretty well in my opinion, and I like to think, I can write as well
14. Are you psychic in any way? no
15. Favorite song? always find something new
16. Favorite movie? Star Wars
17. Who would be your ideal partner? i dont really have a type
18. Do you want children? if i found the perfect husband for myself and a perfect dad for them. ideally this two will be one person :D
19. Do you want a church wedding? yes...i think
20. Are you religious? Not really.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yes
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? nope
23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Yes
24. Baths or showers? Showers
25. What color socks are you wearing? gray
26. Have you ever been famous? no
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? no, a famous scientist 
28. What type of music do you like? almost All kinds
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no
30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1 for sleep and 2 for just being comfortable for using my laptop in bad
31. What position do you usually sleep in? I my side
32. How big is your house? 2 room, a kitchen and a bathroom. not big, but enough. and it is mine :)
33. What do you typically have for breakfast? coffee and some bakery stuff
34. Have you ever fired a gun? no, just with arch
35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes :D
36. Favorite clean word? halikra ( for saying hi)
37. Favorite swear word? kurvafaszba
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? one day
39. Do you have any scars? i speak only in sarcasm
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? i dont know about it
41. Are you a good liar? yes
42. Are you a good judge of character? yes
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yapp. any kind of with my hungarian, but a few with english as well
44. Do you have a strong accent? i have only one specific
45. What is your favorite accent? british english oh dear...
46. What is your personality type? I’m noted. if im going in to somewhere, everybody will noted me. im loud, happy and love to talk with others. Also i have a jerk attitude, but my friends, knows it is just fun. or not. hahah :D
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? i have a Ralph Louren dress. i bought it in a second hand shop, but it takes more than 100 euro...
48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep
49. Are you an innie or an outie? outie
50. Left or right handed? Right handed
51. Are you scared of spiders? the regular ones, no...but i dont want to meet with those 10 cm ore bigger....
52. Favorite food? lecsó
53. Favorite foreign food?  finnifh smoked salmon
54. Are you a clean or messy person? clean, organized
55. Most used phrased? Szupkó
56. Most used word? halikra
57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Anywhere between an hour and five seconds, it depends on what time I wake up in the morning or where i should go
58. Do you have much of an ego? no
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? i hate lollipops
60. Do you talk to yourself? obviously
61. Do you sing to yourself? in the shower :D
62. Are you a good singer? no :D
63. Biggest Fear? falling from somewhere high
64. Are you a gossip? i like talk about things...about people who i hate 
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 
66. Do you like long or short hair? long hair
67. Can you name all 50 states of America? no, maybe some of tham...but i can name all of the countries of Europe
68. Favorite school subject? history
69. Extrovert or Introvert? extrovert
70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nope
71. What makes you nervous? school stuff
72. Are you scared of the dark? no
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? yes
74. Are you ticklish? Sometimes, it all depends on my mood
75. Have you ever started a rumor? maybe
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? yes
77. Have you ever drank underage? no
78. Have you ever done drugs? no, and i think people, who are doing it are pathetic
79. Who was your first real crush? 22 years old. i had my time :D
80. How many piercings do you have? zero
81. Can you roll your Rs? no
82. How fast can you type? average i think
83. How fast can you run? I’m alright
84. What color is your hair? light brown
85. What color are your eyes? steel blue
86. What are you allergic to? nuts, been
87. Do you keep a journal? sometimes
88. What do your parents do? my dad have a little firm and my mom is a history and sing tacher
89. Do you like your age? eeehhh
90. What makes you angry? loud music, dance, friends, long hugs with tall gays
91. Do you like your own name? yes. i used to hate it, and there is too many girl with my name, but this is my dads fav girl name and i have my middle name after my grandma
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? no, depend on the last name...
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? i dont think about this things
94. What are you strengths? Public speaking and small talk
95. What are your weaknesses? shut my mouth :D
96. How did you get your name? my dads fav girl name and his moms name- my oldaer sister has her name from my mom, so this is how it goes in my family :D
97. Were your ancestors royalty? not royalty, but nobel
98. Color of your room? light orange
99. Color of your bedspread? red, pink, orange
100. When am I going to empty my ask box? i dont even know what is it
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