I miss bread!

It's official. I have not had a piece of bread in 170 days.
(The piece of bread I ate to soak up the vodka in Vegas doesn't count..since I don't remember that night at all!)

I miss it. I miss the grains, and the flour, and the soft yummy goodness that a good piece of bread brings.

In my fantasy I would live in a house made of focaccia and eat my way out of it.

Right now, I would parade up and down Ventura Boulevard without my shirt for a good piece of Challah!

At this moment, if I had to choose between Obama, McCain, or seven grain...I choose seven grain.

You Smell Like A Stripper

Ok, this is why I am not so thrilled about dating these days. Why bother? Last night I go out on a date. Makeup= good. Dress= cute. Skin= dry...so I put some lotion on. The guy picks me up and this is how the conversation went down.

Guy: You smell like a stripper.
Rachel: (Looks at him with shock and disbelief)
Guy: Why is that bad?
Rachel: Are you kidding me?
Guy: You try to give a girl a compliment...geez.

This is why I am still single.

The reason I haven't written...

NO! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING...it's not because I have been shacking up with some guy....that would be nice. NO! It's because I have written and produced my own webseries. We just finished shooting this past weekend. This is the first pic from the set I wanted to publish, since Marc (the guy on the right) is one of the people who convinced me to just write the show. Come to think of it, he is the one who got me to start writing a blog.
Why does he always want me to write?
Why do I listen to him?
Thanks Marc.