• Gluttony

    Drinking holidays make me happy. Le 14 de juillet. Bastille, baby.

    I think I’ve perfected many different cuisines, but I’ve stayed away from French because I always thought all that butter, cheese, etc. leaves too much room for error.  Can you say scorched to freakin’ death? But for Bastille Day, I thought I would man up and at least try something not so difficile.  When I consulted the net, the croque monsieur was repeatedly described as an easy French dish.  And face it, who doesn’t love a ham-n-cheese in any language? The difference between good ole ham-n-cheese made in the US of A  and the French variety is the addition of béchamel sauce.  I was apprehensive but soldiered on like G…

  • Avarice,  Hubris,  Uncategorized,  Wrath

    This that ish ‘d’ don’t like

      Although I usually try to keep it very positive, there are certain things I don’t like.  So that we can get to know each other and as a tribute to Chief Keef’s  (actually Kanye’s remix) I Don’t Like, here is a list of ten things daphne debauchee don’t (doesn’t – I just can’t) like. People who use the term “red bottoms” Excuses Men/women who don’t like me Thongs Fake designer bags, fake flowers Kitten heels Cheap booze Brunches with bottoms Canvas monogram Coach bags Patriarchy/misogyny that creates systems that crush women and their sexuality with their rules…woooooo-saaaaaah

  • Avarice

    A Wedge Between

    I hurt my back a few weeks ago.  I hurt it bad.  Pain, the likes of which…ok, that’s enough.  You get it.  I was messed up.  So for the first time in many, many years, I was forced to wear sneakers outside of a gym.  The humiliation and defeat was great.  Actually, I am hanging my head in shame as I type.  Thankfully, I have healed to around 95% and I am more than ready to slip my feet back into some 4 inches or better.  My massage therapist thinks that I need to pace myself though.  Since kitten heels are not an option, I think I need to up…

  • Sloth

    Five deep breaths. In through the nose…

    If you are currently in the midst of a day full of soul-stealing tasks that you have no desire to complete, please take a moment to gaze upon this beautiful photo of a fabulous resort in Phuket.  Imagine yourself rising from the daybed on the right and walking naked into the private pool.  Take five deep breaths.  Smell the saltiness of the sea that surrounds your private suite .  Along with the coconut goodness of  your Nars Body Glow (mixed with sunscreen) that you have luxuriatingly rubbed into your skin after your post-coitus shower.  Take five additional deep breaths.  DO NOT QUIT TODAY.  YOU MUST SAVE UP.  Jetsetter awaits.