Scrambled with Mozz. Cheese and Rosemary. That's how I make my eggs.

Introductory post!! Hello, adoring Internet public. My name is Kristi, and I'm recently settling into my new sprawling land of San Diego, where I'll be attending graduate school and having other misadventures. I'm an artist, a feminist, and one of those damn twenty-somethings taking over the Internet. I lived my whole life in the Southeast of America (Murr-a-ca), experiencing all of that fried food, sweet tea, and Paula Deen twang in my formative years. Now I'm going to be adjusting and living this West Coast surfboard fuckery and all of this sunset over the beach, In-N-Out, and rockin' Mexican food that California can offer.

This blog's inception came from the joint experience with my pal and co-author of this blog, Zach, in many many meals at Huddle House. Huddle House, if you didn't know, is one of those open-all-night breakfast chains and drunk/smoker/homeless hang outs. It is a poor man's Waffle House, when Waffle House is a poor man's IHOP.

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In our perusal of the Huddle House menu, we came across a special called "The One Egg Breakfast." The imagery wrought from thinking about this entree was of course, pathetic and laughable, and I remember telling Zach that his band should come up with a song about the One Egg Breakfast. We both pictured this lonely aged man with one cigarette left in his pocket ambling into the Huddle on a Saturday morning, squeezing himself into a red vinyl booth by himself, and after counting his change, deciding to order the One Egg Breakfast with coffee: black.

When I moved that 3000 miles away, I decided to register this blog as a means to keep in touch with Zach, and to write about my experiences in art:life to share with whoever may read. Since I dabble primarily in photography, you might get some of that. I dabble in drawr-ing too, so hey possibilities. So cheers for this blog! Nice to meet you, Internet.