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Okay, so I loaf on posting to this blog. But at least I still recognize it's existence. I'm just usually at work most of the time, and during the mornings it never occurs to me to type here. I need to get myself more involved in other things besides work...

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I guess it's because "food" is pretty much all I do, I have a tough time being bothered with it during my time off (during the day before work, or on my days off). I never really go out to eat, mostly because I'm dissatisfied with something at practically every restaurant in the city. "Oh Dominic, you're too young to be so snobby" but I'm not really. I will tear a burger king chicken sandwich to pieces, but at most sit--down restaurants, something always goes wrong. When the food is brought to me I can't help but think "Oh, they could've plated this this way", or "They could've done this differently".

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Random Judge-y person: "That's being a snob"

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It's not actually. How could someone who spends so much time in what they do not be critical about certain things? If it were any other field, there would be no complaints about peoples opinions.

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Lets take fashion, for example. Do you think someone from Louis Vuitton buys their clothes from Target? No. In fact, they probably make most of their own clothes (like me, not eating out much). So why is it such a big deal that I can't go to Denny's and be happy?

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(I'm really liking this text only idea. I actually have been wanting to do this for sometime, but I haven't been posting, being lazy, blah blah blah. I think from now on I'm going to separate the posts like this: I'll do a few photo & text like I used to do, but from now on the majority of the posts will be text only and photo only. That makes it a lot easier for me because I can type from my phone. And that way I have more posts more often!)

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That last post took an unfortunate turn towards the end...got a liiiiittle depressey. Is that a word?

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I also lied, of course I waited until the end of the month to post something new (the last day of the month at that). It's okay though, 2011 is going to be a great year. It got off to a rocky start but I have a lot of plans.

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ALSO! I don't think I'll be posting much about work. Like I can explain little things, but I don't think I'm supposed to talk about my actual work day while I'm still there. I've heard a lot of stories about people getting fired because they post stuff about their jobs, or people they dislike at work, etc. I really don't want to lose this job.

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I'm actually thinking about getting a second job because I have so much free time now that I've gotten a car, but I have no idea where. Not like a career related job, just something for a little extra money (like a grocery store or something). I feel like ever since I've gotten a car I just have a ridiculous amount of free time; most of which is spent laying around the house like a cat, waiting for 2 o'clock to leave for work. I'm also thinking of joining a gym since I won't be doing all that walking everyday because I don't have to get the bus....

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Many thoughts but I have yet to take any of these actions....

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I might post again tomorrow. Don't count on it though ;D

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I'm just gonna go ahead and say that this will be text only.

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Fair warning to people who just stare at pictures like toddlers.

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It's almost been a year since I last posted-err well the last time was in May. And I honestly cannot tell you the amount of times I had planned to bring with blog back to life. Instead of just going along as if I didn't take a 7 month hiatus, allow me to explain.

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Got a job interview. Got another job. Got to see first hand how to open a restaurant...or maybe how not to. I lost my job. I found a new job at an awesome restaurant. I've learned a lot. I bleached my hair. I shaved most of my hair. I realized I'm crazy, and that it's awesome that I'm crazy. I went to Miami. I've felt more alone than I ever have. I hated my life. Then I learned to love it.

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There are many more small details but I've realized that they don't matter. The further I continue down this path the more things just seem like one big blur. But I remember I decided a long time ago that I'd trade in having a "normal" life now, to have an amazing future. I'm sure I'll know when I've arrived, but I have no idea what I'll do when I get there.

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More Tomorrow.

And this time not 7 months tomorrow, tomorrow.