I overcooked my quinoa

Soggy quinoa is still good for you, right?

I don't measure things. So when I made quinoa on Sunday, I dumped one cup of the stuff in a pot of boiling water. I didn't realize that there's actually mathematics involved with ratios of water : quinoa required. Will remember for next time.

Still, it is quite delicious with Herbe De Provence, pumpkin puree, onions, black pepper and broccoli.

So as I sit here with my noms on my lunch hour at workie, I felt I should update y'all on a few tings, man.

Penny disappeared. He messaged me once, I messaged him back, three days later he messaged me and I just dropped it. He's not fun or exciting. Or interesting. I was thinking of calling him on Feb 17 to wish him a happy birthday, but he may get the wrong idea behind my thoughtfulness.

Sommelier is quite the entertaining basket case, but he had to be cut. After the vibrator song on Saturday night, I realized that his rantings were because of alcoholism; having witnessed him drink me out of the wine in my home and throwing absinthe down his throat like it were water. Not a good person to have around. I hope he finds his head one day. And if he does, I still want him to stay away from me. Serious negative vibes eminating from that guy.

Sunday I met a new hunk we'll call Dimples. He's goofy, yet smart; conventional and not, all at once. It's so wonderful. Dimples and I had hung out for two hours on Sunday before he left for a Superbowl party. We spoke on the phone the next night for 3 hours. We spoke on the phone last night for 4. I feel like I'm in high school - all giddy and dreamy-like. I'm very much looking forward to seeing him this weekend.

If I'm lucky I'll see him tomorrow. You know I'll keep you posted ;)