BACON SALT MAKES ANYTHING TASTE LIKE BACON. Someone please tell me the next time they’re making an order from ThinkGeek so I can get some.

BACON SALT MAKES ANYTHING TASTE LIKE BACON. Someone please tell me the next time they’re making an order from ThinkGeek so I can get some.
Been delivering cases for work the last few days. It appears that one of the most common occupations of small towns is teenage parent.
First time in my life that I used duct tape on a duct. Also the first time in my life that I feel like a man. I believe the two are related.
Photographing people with darker skin is a little different than capturing those with fairer skin. You don’t worry so much about the colour tones during shoot as after, when you’re post-processing the photos.
I also find that, in general, girls are natural posers. They’ll change positions on their own initiative and play with the camera, which is very different from guys, who will just stand there until you give them some sort of direction. Each has their own advantages, as I can feed off the creativity of a model who wants to try different things, but also work well with those who will be posing dolls for me.
Dolly christened her new litterbox. I watched. It was both gross and gross. Currently re-evaluating why I did this.
Protip: if your cat has the same favourite spot as your guests, buy a kitty blanket to keep her fur off the seat.
If I was a grocery store cashier, I would totally judge you from what you buy.
Sometimes, you can tell what time it is from the number of songs that pass in our moments. God, I miss her.
The Yummy Roll is very aptly named.
You know it’s going to be a good day when you have just enough heavy cream left over from your batter for your morning tea.
Why is it that funny movies are funnier when watching with other people? I had no idea humour was that subjective.
The most private thing I'm willing to admit here: A Social Experiment
A social experiment to get people to open up about themselves, because it’s our little idiosyncrasies that make us unique. Maybe people will learn that they’re not alone in their intimate ways as well. In the process, it’s also a way for me to open up more, as I seem to be too careful about watching what I say here in recent years, and not writing with the same honesty that used to characterize my entries.
For every person who adds a comment with the most private thing they’re willing to admit here, between now and Sunday night, I will (try) to add a private detail about myself. Include a name instead of remaining anonymous1, be as honest and open as possible, and only one “thing” per person please. I don’t have that many secrets. Or do I?
I’ll start everyone off with a bonus one:
I hate making my bed. I get it messy (I do a lot of tossing and turning) in another 16 hours, so I don’t see the point of making it. I clean my house in general when people are coming over because I want them to be comfortable, but the bed is a different story. The only reason why I make it is because I feel self-conscious about it, not because I care if it makes my guests feel more comfortable. This makes me feel like a phony.