I have no windows in my room and we have no air conditioning.
Part of me is just really really hot and sweaty and miserable, and the other part feels like I’m home. *tear* Surrounded by trees, in a really hot and humid room with no AC and a fan blowing at my face? Yup. Feels like South Carolina.
TODAY IS THE BEST!
I got two new pairs of discount chucks today! Orange and Purple.
Oh wait, that’s not even the exciting part. WE GOT APPROVED FOR OUR APARTMENT Y’ALL! Signing the lease tomorrow. I’M MOVING TO GREENPOINT! Almost Williamsburg! And it’s in my price range, and it’s perfect, and I’m living with perfect people, and aaaaaaah I love the neighborhood, and I’m so excited! And glad that some of the stress of this month is finally about to be lifted.
Y’all keep your fingers crossed that nothing truly tragic happens before we sign the lease tomorrow morning….I’m already kind of afraid I’ve jinxed it.
Just in case anyone ever doubted my commitment to bandana-headband culture, I would like to present this picture of me taken when I was 10-years-old.
This was taken in Brazil btw, where my family lived for 2 months while I was forced to work as a slave washing dishes by hand in the kitchen for SIX HOURS A DAY.
Nah just kiddin’ it was a fun trip.
(not exaggerating about the 6 hour dish-washing though)
Because I am currently suffering the onslaught of being the busiest I have ever been, coupled with my annual quarter-life crisis where I decide I want to become a hermit in the mountains by the river, I have not had time to go grocery shopping in about a month. Therefore my food supply is running dangerously low.
That being said, this right here is my dinner. And the truly sad/great/beautiful thing is, I’m pretty excited about it. A can of corn. How nutritious.
AND DELICIOUS.
(Hey, at least I HAVE food, right? OPTIMISM)
Homemade pizza till I die. I’m gonna eat this whole pan.
Today has been exhausting, but hrrngh the beautiful revelation that is homemade pizza! This is my first time ever trying it, and it is SO GOOD. I made up my own recipe for a no-yeast crust and it. is. perfect.
Bye, never getting married, marrying food.
Continuing with the trend of pics of me holding baked goods, here’s the pie I made tonight. It actually turned out really pretty and this was my best crust yet.
Also, OMG WHY HAVEN’T I BEEN USING HONEY TO SWEETEN THE FILLING?!!? This honey/apple/cinnamon combo is perfection and the honey makes it extra gooey.
Also I look like a mess because it’s 2 am and who even makes pie then? Me I guess.
Not to spam y’all with pictures of me and baked goods or anything, but apparently making delicious things is my latest method of coping with stress as well as a last ditch effort to avoid getting severe S.A.D.-ness.
And you better believe this is all homemade. Fresh cut strawberries. Secret shortbread recipe. Even the cream is hand-whipped. With a fork. I’m devoted to deliciousness.
To quote 13-year-old me: “…real strawberry shortcake (real shortcake), with real cream! that would be one of the best meals in the world!”
Some days (a lot of days) everything seems to work together to make me feel really inadequate as a human being. I’ll be a total fuck-up at work, followed by being useless in class and ridiculed by the professor, I’ll trip and drop all my shit and my clothes will rip, my scalp will be irritated and itchy and my skin will be gross and dry/oily and I’ll just feel useless. Then I’ll be walking along the street (in this city of how many million people?) and fate will be like, “Hey remember this person that you never really wanted to see again? THERE THEY ARE! oooh oooh and there’s this person who makes you feel powerless and inferior, guess we’ll just accidently see them a few times today without even being noticed…”
So I come home and I spend money I don’t have, waste time I can’t use, and bake food I shouldn’t/can’t eat so that maybe, just maybe I don’t feel inadequate for the rest of the week.
Anyway the point of this is that I made cupcake pies today. They’re just mini pies made in a cupcake tin (it took me forever) but omg they are delicious. Not really like tarts, which are more crusty and firm and crunchy. These are really juicy and soft and the crust is perfect, basically just like a normal piece of pie but you can hold it in your hand.
Just practicing for when I’m old and alone and own a pie shop in the west village.
