Yet, I'm feeling more independant than ever. Funny that the mating-ist time of year leaves me in such condition, eh?
Currently, I'm wiggling between sucking it up and staying in Boring Green for the sake of one organic farm, one good job, and a few friends OR moving to gorgeous free housing in Lousiville that is generally less stocked with people that make me throw up all over my new overalls.
Bowling Green does, however, provide a singularly unique stimulant to my poetry writing, a la spending Saturday night crying in the arms of a hairy Italian dressed as a merman.
I'm thinking though, that I might be leaning toward semi-sanity in a big house with diamond pane windows.
Here is the equation of spring thus far:
I didn't think I liked sunny side up until a couple weeks ago, when I tried post a particularly ill night of "partying". Now I think about them almost as much as coffee. With a little bit of cajun spice and some pomegranate-blueberry juice, it's the best breakfeast ever!
Nakatomi Plaza. Found their album at CD Warehouse here which ignited some serious nostalgia (used to see them in Louisville all the time, Keswick, it must have been). Kindof pop-punky with a dollop of scream and through the sinuses crooning. Makes me feel like I'm in creative writing class with too much eyeliner and a wool tartan skirt. Yeah! Great for driving.
Susie Homemaker: For Gab's recent birthday I made a raw cake with a fig&nut crust. Did a majority of pecans with a bit of walnuts, almonds and oats. Mixed in 'figlets' and honey. Then added some mixed berries with a honey layer for the guts. The top was adorned with oppy flowers made of fresh strawberries (meticulously sliced to resemble heartshaped petals) and kiwi middles (pistons? ohh horticulture...) After half an orange squeeze it hung out in the fridge for a couple hours and melded all the wonderful juices. It was total hit, but of course in our birthday frenzy we forgot to photograph. Come to think of it, we never take photos, of anything...
What else? Little sleep, a lot of typing, naked collar bones, and reminiscing with the past. Where to now, captain? We shall see!
Photos: Eggs- cooklikemad.com
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