Stuffed Cabbage

Never did I think that I would stuffing my bra with cabbage leaves. Fresh, clean, cabbage leaves. But yes this is what I have resorted to because I am lactating. I guess some women get to experience the joy's of milking without having a baby or at least carrying to term. It's a painful reminder that for 8 glorious weeks I was going to be a mommy. But now all that is left is the drip-drip-drip of milk.

Greenhouse

OMG! I just absolutely LOVE the salad bar on the 1st floor of Ackerman Union at UCLA. It's the most wonderful place in the world for salads, and other lovely eats. Granted its across from Panda Express, which smells to holy hell, but regardless, the Greenhouse is fabulous.

I just had some for lunch, and I'm so thrilled that they have brought back my favorite dressing, the Southwestern BBQ. Yummy salad!

I'm Blogging

What the hell am I going to talk about in a blog? I'm uninteresting and fairly run-of-the-mill. I guess I'll figure it out as I go along. Peace out, sporks, I mean dorks!