Welcome, mundane Saturday.

All I want to do is (besides get a little closer): 

• Organize my closet. Too. Many. Shoes. 
• Catch up on magazines that I haven't read since, oh, last November. They're mostly food magazines too, so you know I'm going to want to braise something and eat food that's no longer in season. 
• Clear the desktops of my laptop and iMac. Too. Many. Icons. 
• You know, cook something. I kind of want to bake cookies, but that would require going out. I don't really have any desire on going out. I barely want to be dressed. 
• Blog a little. Hey, I'm blogging now! Well alriiiiiight. 
• Catch up on TEDtalks, Bones, maybe a little Nerdist up in there. 
• Upload photos to my Flickr. I haven't in months. 
• Laundry. 
• Plan, design, and create my website. Yeah, right. Keep on truckin'. 

Work makes work, people. See you at my next internet break. 

Photo via lustik

Saturday Afternoon

sounds like: Jigga what, Jigga who, Koop Island Blues, and Nouvelle Vague's Dancing with Myself. 

tastes like: Coffee with toasted apple scrapple bread, crabcake and avocado, and probably duck egg at Virtue, unless Chef makes that lamb again, then game over, I'm getting lamb. Not to mention I had my first professional Twitter altercation with a lady who was very adamant that we served her pork and not lamb. I actually told her that we were not trying to pull the wool over her eyes. Hah! I make myself laugh. So yeah, I could go for some lamb.  

feels like: I'm not going anywhere if it starts to snow again. If it does not snow, then I am going to the gym, Society Fair, Restaurant Eve, and Virtue Feed & Grain. Side note, glitter nail polish is an absolute bitch to take off, as in I have to place nail polish remover-soaked cotton rounds on my nails for a few  minutes, else face the dreaded cotton ball hairs. *chuckle. Cotton ball hairs. 

smells like: toast and snow. 

photo via RVA News

Saturday morning

sounds like: Ben Howard, zombies moaning in my ear while I run (Terrifying. Run faster!), midnight drunken phone calls from a girl I've never met (Why, thank you, kind stranger for all the compliments!), and The Everly Brothers. 

tastes like: fresh strawberry juice, savory french toast (olive/rosemary bread, red onion, red pepper flakes, seared grape tomatoes, and feta cheese), and roasted cauliflower soup or purple cabbage risotto. Shoot, maybe both. 

feels like: the sweet rush of adrenaline after a good workout and the sweet sense of accomplishment (an organized closet! a clean bathroom! books read! studying done! designs designed!). 

smells like: lingering rain in the air, disinfecting bathroom cleaner, lemon zest, clean laundry, and brewing coffee. 

photo via Terrible Reflection