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Roasted Bell Peppers Stuffed with Goat Cheese, Mozzarella and Tomatoes
Last week one of my coworkers brought in a lunch that made me so jealous I wanted to punch her in the head and steal it. Instead of assaulting her, I decided to recreate the meal myself with organic ingredients from the Dekalb Farmers Market. Continue reading
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Mary Kay: Like a Cult, But Without the Animal Sacrifice
Last night I had the single most horrifying experience of my life. It didn’t involve a severed human torso or carnies with brown Chiclet teeth; those things I can handle. This experience took me completely out of my comfort zone and into some alternate universe where faces are spackled and painted, each hair is frozen… Continue reading
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The True Form of Paula Deen
Thanks to a link on Facebook posted by my old SCAD buddy, Josh Buckner, I have found another tool that my archnemesis is using to woo innocent people into her clutches. Those who know me know of my long-standing fear and loathing of the she-devil that is Paula Deen. Continue reading
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It’s hot as fuck and my birthday cake has a missile launcher on it.
Now that I’m a working stiff it seems like the days drag and the weeks fly by. I can’t believe that it’s already August. What I can’t believe even more than that is that I now live in a place where there are actually seasons. In Florida the seasons go as such: Winter: “Jesus fuck,… Continue reading
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Book Review: Lit
This past weekend I finished reading a memoir called “Lit” by Mary Karr. I bought it the first week I moved to Atlanta at an independent bookstore called Blue Elephant Book Shop in downtown Decatur. I was browsing the memoir/biography section when the one-word title caught my eye. I read the back and then flipped… Continue reading
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Broetry
It probably won’t come as much of a surprise to you to learn that I hate bros. With their Sperry Topsiders, obnoxious pink Lacoste polo shirts with the collars flipped, and Widespread Panic tickets. And if I hear “Don’t Stop Believing” shittily sung at karaoke one more time, I will jump up on stage and… Continue reading
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“It’s fun to stay at the . . .”
That’s right folks, I may not be a young man, or gay for that matter, but the Decatur YMCA is my jam. Continue reading
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My Life in Atlanta: Week One
Big changes in the life of Sarah this week. Allow me to recap: On Monday I started a paid internship at Continue reading