lately happenings

 Unrelated picture is unrelated.

1. I've developed an intense loathing for non-injured, non-arthritic people who rave on food blogs about how the only bread they will EVAR!!!1! make is no-knead bread. Because regular bread is just TOO MUCH EFFORT. And too time-consuming. And not worth the effort. Um, okay, crazy people on crack. This is me, backing away slowly.

The crust on no-knead bread is about half an inch thick and pretty terrible to my tastes. And what, kneading dough for 10 fucking minutes or less is too hard for you? Gah. Begone. I have no use for you here. Or anywhere, as a matter of fact. Stop breeding, kthx. Besides, in most recipes, kneading is easy, fast, AND it's pretty theraputic. Try it. TRY ITTTTT. Awesome first bread recipe: Rosemary bread. Sidenote: Using fresh rosemary is a must. DOOOO IT. Just remember to shout my name later when the it's out of the oven and you're having your first fresh, hot, oven-baked breadgasm.

You're welcome.


 This is actually oatmeal-honey bread, but still. I made it. Kneaded it. Fucked up the recipe. And it was STILL DELISHUS.



2. My anniversary with the Boy is coming up. I am très excited. Also, I've found googling accented words is sooo much faster than looking up the appropriate symbol in the character map.  Am I the queen of lazy-brand efficiency? Yes. But I still knead my own bread, dammit.





Nothing says "I love you" like a post-it.

3. My hair is growing back after chopping it off to nothingness two years ago. It also started getting orange-y from the dye + sunlight + other factors too boring to mention to my almost completely male readership. All of which is probably why it's a happy accident that yesterday I inadvertantly dyed it darker brown than intended. Yeah, cause I know this information is vital to your existance. Mmhmm. Totally. Also, the fat. The extra 70lbs or so I've been keeping in my back pocket for emergencies. And sidepockets. And front pockets. And everwhere else. That fat. It must go. I am le tired of it. I got some blue things like these plus this painful thingy. Also possibly this one and maybe even one more. Because overkill never hurt anyone ever. Also because I'm unlikely to do any of them, nevertheless three. Also because anything digital is free if you hang with people with eye-patches and avians.  Anyway. Stay tuned.

 Orange. Dark roots. Blah.
But I'm kinda cute though, no? ^_^


A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.




Yep, I'm keeping him.
The letter was even better. But you don't get to see that part. ^_^


Singles Awareness Day

each breath i take
is a poem
written for you. 

This day a year ago was the first  time in my life where I've been both single on Valentine's day AND happy about it. A relationship was the furthest thing from my mind. I was content with my singleness. I enjoyed it. I wasn't responsible for anyone else's emotional well-being, and I wanted it that way. But also, I still felt ... broken, for lack of a better word. I didn't feel whole, I didn't feel willing or even capable of opening up to someone else. But most importantly, I didn't want to... Love? Trust? No. Do not want. Emphatically. No. Nope, you can't make me.

But then this guy came along and started talking to me, and kept talking to me despite my best efforts to shut him out, and blah blah blah ..... blahblah......  here we are one Valentine's day later and all I can think is that our anniversary  is coming up soon and that i'm still the luckiest girl in the world. And also, holy shit. Life is really, really good. I'm 24 and still not done Uni. I am jobless and beyond broke. I have a few not serious but chronically painful health issues that it appears I'll be stuck with for the rest of my life. The person that means the most to me is thousands of miles away and I don't know when next I'll be able to see him. My cat died. Haagen-Daz stopped making my favorite flavour, and new episodes of House started to feel stale and forced. And all I can think at this moment is holy shit. I am a lucky girl. 


...is that you'll be kind.

sometimes the walls crack
and i  can't help but see you staring back
into the of the dusty little corners of my mind

the flower vines keep getting in
you notice my stone walls are getting thin
and now solace in separation is hard to find

so go ahead and take your look
my heart's been split open like a book
now all that i can hope is that you'll be kind.