This is it, I think.

This convent hostel I am moving to is too good to be true for my life right now.
I am ready to leave what I used to know and shift my life.
I really am only putting this in writing so I can believe it.

I want to watch gilmore girls
eat mama's caldo de rez, arroz con pollo, caldo de pollo.
listen to camera obscura.
keep running in and out class to cry, in and out of my office at work to cry.

Today,I keep stumbling on food blogs with last entries because of their relationship separation or breakup destroying their inspiration for baking/cooking. whataday.

I haven't had mine in months, hope to get it back soon.

starting to feel brittle, nervous, partly blind in one eye

Un dia voy a tener una casita tan preciosa. tan iluminada con los rayos del sol que entran por las ventanas, y mas plantas que muebles en mi sala. Aveces creo que mis planes y mis metas solo son para llegar a esta casita.

separated : maybe
single : maybe
once a day you exist : maybe

I hope this restaurant is quite, calm and forgiving of my breath.

oh yah
felt like hiding.

wrote some poem about how my river will save me and how it is a river of life
yuck gag
got some mini kahlua bottles for the morning
goodnight !

• 4 cups flour
• ½ cup shortening or lard (you can substitute butter) cold
• 1 and ¼ teaspoon salt
• 1 teaspoon baking powder
• 2 cups hot water

OR

• 2 cups flour
• ¼ cup shortening or lard (you can substitute butter) cold
• ¾ teaspoon salt
• ½ teaspoon baking powder
• 1 cup hot water

Preparation:

With a pastry blender or back of fork, blend flour, baking ( Read more... )

-Resume is building
-want to wear black all the time
-want to change my nail color all the time
-need to wash my hair often
-lovin finding change on the floor
-feelin like hiding today

-cumbia villera ( Read more... )