Warning, this post may sound like some sort of "dear diary" thing but I'm going for it. So eff off.
For me, the worst part about breaking up with someone are the succeeding morning-afters. Maybe it's the first split second of consciousness that happens when you wake up and roll over, only to realize that a certain someone isn't there anymore. Or maybe it's the lonely walk to go get coffee by yourself that makes you want to crawl in a boy-less hole and die. I'm shuddering at how emo I'm being as I write this, but dating in New York sucks. It does. And I know that I don't normally talk about relationship stuff on this blog, but ya know what? I just turned 26 and the thought of having this blog for three years and not documenting one single failed relationship just seems like some sort of big mistake.
I'd been with this dude for a few months and things were rad. Because of him, I'd started drawing again and I really did feel this explosive wave of
It's been a few weeks now since we ended things and mornings are definitely a lot easier but let's be honest, they still suck. Maybe it's that I don't like sleeping alone or that I should take down his shrunken head drawing that he made me during breakfast one morning that sits right above my light switch. Or maybe it's the fact that we work on the same block so there's this impending doom that lingers over me when I head to North 3rd and happen to see his cute scruffy face that doesn't kiss mine anymore. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm writing this. What am I doing? I've never been this sappy in my whole life. I'm not a Best Coast type of gal. Maybe this is why I shouldn't write about dumb man-boys.
Anyways, let's change topics before I make everyone throw up. To make myself feel better, I've been cooking up some awesome breakfasts to cope with sad sappy mornings. This one in particular has been quite the life saver. A buttery toasted crumpet, taylor pork roll, tater tots, and gooey melted colby jack get all hot and crispy together in this GC. Plunge this carb-centric sammie in some hot sauce and you won't be thinking about anything but the flavors that are making your brain melt for at least a few minutes while you woof it down.