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i'm getting excited about cooking these days.
could be a domestic spell setting in.
i should be careful. i visited a friend just two months ago who lives in baltimore. corey. all the tell-tale signs of foodiness were there; spice grinder, several large, expensive pans, a fridge full of yummy, homemade things and a french press. she sent me home with three kinds of handmade mustard. she had an entire shelf of french cookbooks.
now she's getting married.
whoa.
she's not the only marriage-monger i know, either. there are three more in the near future. i'm helping someone else to hand dye velvet for her dress. this is the bane of the twenty-somethings. fuck vacations, you've got weddings to attend! blech.
i hope this isn't some long, downward spiral. you start getting excited about cooking, and staying in a lot. then, next thing you know, you're coordinating your bathroom towels and keeping you tax stuff in those ugly document boxes. and waxing. and shopping for some rock of a ring since diamonds are a girl's...etc.
is it hypocritical to admit that erik is the awesomest dude? and that, shit, it'd be a sweet thing, sitting in some trailer with him, heating pad on my aching back, drinking tea and sewing, when i'm 80? his beard would be all white and fucking rad.
i think marriage haste has alot to do with wanting to look good in pictures. you want to be all young and unwrinkled. smooth of skin. thin and svelte.
bla,bla,bla.
could be a domestic spell setting in.
i should be careful. i visited a friend just two months ago who lives in baltimore. corey. all the tell-tale signs of foodiness were there; spice grinder, several large, expensive pans, a fridge full of yummy, homemade things and a french press. she sent me home with three kinds of handmade mustard. she had an entire shelf of french cookbooks.
now she's getting married.
whoa.
she's not the only marriage-monger i know, either. there are three more in the near future. i'm helping someone else to hand dye velvet for her dress. this is the bane of the twenty-somethings. fuck vacations, you've got weddings to attend! blech.
i hope this isn't some long, downward spiral. you start getting excited about cooking, and staying in a lot. then, next thing you know, you're coordinating your bathroom towels and keeping you tax stuff in those ugly document boxes. and waxing. and shopping for some rock of a ring since diamonds are a girl's...etc.
is it hypocritical to admit that erik is the awesomest dude? and that, shit, it'd be a sweet thing, sitting in some trailer with him, heating pad on my aching back, drinking tea and sewing, when i'm 80? his beard would be all white and fucking rad.
i think marriage haste has alot to do with wanting to look good in pictures. you want to be all young and unwrinkled. smooth of skin. thin and svelte.
bla,bla,bla.