I am baffled that labiaplasty is even a thing. Mine isn’t exactly all tiny and preteen looking, but I love it and I could never imagine chopping it up to make it look any different. I’m proud of my lady parts!
Just as petals range in size from buttercup to orchid …the length of the inner labia, or labia minora, can be between 3/4 inch and 2 1/3 inch (a much broader range than most of us realize), according to a classic study published in the early 1900s in the journal American Gynecology, and every gynecologist we’ve ever talked to says there’s no good medical, hygienic or aesthetic reason to be self-conscious of yours. Really.
Breakfast this morning included chicken basil sausage sauteed with cherry tomatoes, onions, yellow bell peppers, garlic, SS&P and mangoes. Yep, I can’t seem to get enough of these mangoes. Something about the sweetness of the mangoes mixed with the saltyness of the sausage. Very good indeed. Also had 2 eggs over easy with cherry tomatoes, onions and garlic.
I’m at a crossroad. Which way should I go? Left, right, up down, diagonal, backwards, this way, that way, I don’t know. I’m at a point in my life where I really am unsure. Do I really want to go to school to get a job working 50 hours a week to live? Is that really living? If all we need to survive is a roof over our heads, food and friendship, then why strive to make $50,000 per year? What is this all about? So many questions I have. I feel right now as if I am on the verge of greatness, as if I am on the very cusp of my life’s most concerning question, just like the feeling you have when you try to remember the name of a song, it’s on the tip of your tounge, you know the answer, it’s right there, so so very close. I know that I need to get my shit together and figure it out.
So I was reading a post on Buzzfeed today about how to make the perfect steak for Valentine’s day (see below). This post only intrigued me not because I will even have a Valentine this year, but simply because it was about cooking steak, and I am an open book when it comes to learning better methods for cooking that perfect steak. I followed the directions pretty spot on, only I used grapeseed oil and ghee instead of vegetable oil and butter. The cut of meat I used was a NY Strip, not the healthiest or nicest cut of meat, but when you are on a budget, sometimes you just have to settle. I can definitely say that this steak came out AMAZING. So good. So tender. The outside was blackened to a cripsy perfection and the inside was rare and juicy. Will definitely have to keep this in my back pocket if I ever do cook for another special man ever again, which I don’t forsee this happening in the near future. I’ll just have to spoil my good lady friends. For a side dish I sauteed broccoli, purple onions, garlic and MANGOS. YES MANGOS. God Dayum mangos and broccoli make a cute couple.
How To Cook The Perfect Steak For Your Valentine
Today I wanted to experiment a little with cauliflower rice. I’ve never made CFR before (I know, I know, calm down) and something somwhere along the day made me want to finally take the plunge and try it. I sauteed this with ground beef, purple onions, garlic, cherry tomatoes, SS&P, coriander and curry powder. I think i’ve been missing out because gawd daym this shit was SO BOMB. Added a little fresh italian parsley on top. Served with a side of sauteed broccoli. Really, really good.
Tomorrow I start school again. Tomorrow I will have to bring my brain back to life from being basically let out to ravage itself and run a muck around Ocean Beach for the past 7 months. I’m pretty nervous. Excited, but nervous. I’m only taking 3 classes. I’m taking a political science class, a psychology class about the human life span and an algebra class. This algebra class will be the last math class that I will take (I’ve already taken 2 math classes) until I can finally take a math class that will actually count towards my degree. When you start going to college at 26 years of age the system has to test you on what you still remember from high school, and after being completely oblivious to mathematics for 8 years, let’s just say that my marks for math were not the greatest. I had to begin with a pre-algebra class, which I do believe is a class people normally take their freshman or sophmore year of high school. Starting with pre-algebra was probably a good thing, because I had completely forgotten how to add, subtract, divide and multiply fractions. It was definitely a good thing for me to start at the bottom because It’s how I was able to get here (haha started at the bottom now I’m here). I’m worried that my 7 month hiatus has set me back a few notches. I think I’ll be okay though. The math class is really the only class that I’m a bit nervous about.
I’ll be taking to bus to school tomorrow, something I have never ever done ever in my life. I guess there is a first time for everything, right? I can count on one hand the times I’ve ever taken the bus, and now I will be relying on the bus to get me to where I need to go on a daily basis. Actually, yes.. I am being dramatic. I will only need to take the bus 2 days out of the week. So really, it’s not bad, I guess it’s just new. I’m just now discovering how much I will actually be able to get around without a car. It’s almost like the spoiled little brat inside of me is breaking free. It feels good. Fuck you car! I don’t need you! It’s like I just got out of a really bad relationship.
So yes. Let’s see how this pans out. Maybe, quite possibly, I will never want to drive a car again. I mean, of course if I ever have children, I will most likely wish to have a vehicle to transport them in, but I don’t see that happening in the near/far future. Yep.