I get bored easily.
Iâ€™m not known to be a consistent finisher of things, I usually loose interest halfway through.
As a child, I was never one to get to the 100th level of a video game. I couldnâ€™t be bothered, not when I desperately needed to trick my sister into walking through cat vomit or throw bits of paper in my momâ€™s hair.
So has it been with this blog.
Iâ€™m bored with the format.
Iâ€™ve been doing this for about a year now. Iâ€™ve noticed that my descriptions of restaurants are beginning to overlap.
Disgusting, revolting, amazing and incredible. Iâ€™ve used these adjectives far too many times. Moratorium! No more.
Iâ€™m going to mix it up here folks.
I will still be taking a picture of my meals out, if the pics donâ€™t turn out like crap. But Iâ€™m done with describing the restaurants if everything turned out peachy.
I will only blog if thereâ€™s something funny to say about my life or if I can rip the restaurant to shreds, the experience was so horrendous.
If the food and service were great, my silence will speak volumes. People donâ€™t want to hear praise, they want to hear awful, scandalous tales.
And I shall not disappoint.