Salvador Dali had a pet anteater which he used to take for walks.
That is excellent.

Once, when I was a child, I was at my mothers office in Manhattan and we saw a man walking a lion down the street on a leash.



They just dont make that shade of crazy any more.

I need a list to tell me what to do. Today's agenda includes: finding a dentist who will not laugh when I ask if they take my kind of insurance, charting out monthly expenses and bills, compiling my recipes via the internet, revising my resume, compulsive job hunting, not eating to the point of a stomach ache, working on my portfolio, and changing the address on my license. Loser town, USA. Population: ME.

Also, I made the best dinner. I intended for it to be a stuffed pizza with typical pizza on top (sauce,cheese,etc) and to add another layer to fill the underneath with goodies. But I filled it up way too much to put anything on top so it was more of just an actual pizza PIE. Maybe it is not even considered "pizza" at this point. I made the dough, beat it up, added layers of pepperoni, provolone, a pepper spice mix (which consisted of bell peppers, garlic cloves, onions, tomato, and basil), coated it with a layer of red pepper spread, then a layer of kolbasa, and then a shit ton of cheese, (mozzarella and provolone respectively), then sealed it up with some more dough and sprinkled on some oil, spices, and of course, more cheese.

I also made some coffee cake with almonds.

and a bong.

Now if only my "talents" could be put to good use.
And by "good use" I mean, make some serious $$$.

For tonights feast: french onion soup, salad, roasted rosemary potatoes and steak. A giant humongous big old steak. Oh and brownies. The best part. Actually, the best part is a weekend without any 7 hour drives up and down NY with barely any sleep and a huge mess going on in my head. None of that. This weekend will be slow and calm and spent with my best friend and a cat. The weather will be perfect and we will ride bikes.

Alright, so mushy mush aside.
I have been dying to get my little baker hands busy with some coffee cake.
Definitely add some almonds to it to bring out that little je ne sais quoi.
I am also desperate to locate some Lahmajoun but Armenian markets don't seem to be happening up here in Rochester.
Still no job, despite my best efforts.
Or rather my "HIRE ME! no? whatever i don't want to work here anyway" efforts.
At least i'm trying.
At times I resent my 17 year old self for being naive and majoring in film&lit.
What exactly did I think I was going to do?
Be great. I thought I would be great.
So does everyone else who goes to art school.
5 years later and I've got nothing to show for it.
No skills.
But, I take the blame for that one.
Thinking about it now, god bless my little 17 year old soul.
So young, so full of hope and crap.
If only I really could take hobbies and give them real life.
And its not to say that I can't do these things, but as long as the cost of living is constantly rising and bank accounts can still go into the negative, tucked away they'll be.
A source of my secret indulgences.
Books still set my heart racing. A sentence can still shake my core.
Visions still play out in my head and dream for a celluloid permanency.
One day.

thinking of how it all began brings a tear to my big baby eyes.
the weather has reached a perfect point. if only it could stay like this forever.
i wish i was going for a bike ride with travis right now.
travistravistravistravistravistravistravistravis.
the final piece of my puzzle.
my other half.
i could talk about him for hours without getting bored.
smile stretched across my proud yet admittedly
braggadocious face.
you, my dear, are really something else.

oh hey cheekbones!
nice of you to show up.

thanks to diet&exercise, so i can run free in the summer, scantily clad, without wondering whats jiggling.

super excited for the weekend.

i wish i made this video:


i wish i wrote this song:


i wish i had gotten these two albums out of hibernation earlier:



but they're just in time for spring.