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.