03 January 2007 21:51

Oh, she's gone crazy again, blowing up the kitchen with the power of her mind

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One of the nice things about no job is that I can throw myself whole-heartedly into my e-mail correspondence and word games and books about Vietnam. Now, if I could only get paid for these things. Also! This morning, I was making myself an amazing concoction of chai powder, and cinnamon hot cocoa and dulce de leche hot cocoa, and my mug EXPLODED! And I had to lift the range top to clean out the cocoa that had cascaded down thataway. If you rent, NEVEREVEREVER do this - the nastiness is intense, and why I have never looked at our broiler, either. Ah, for the days when my appliances will be my own, and not rusted-out, Harvest Gold refugees from someone's 70's design nightmare. Plus, then I didn't get my drink, because I was pissed about my nice mug taking itself out like that and couldn't bring myself to make another. I smell really good. I am mildly obsessed with perfume oil these days, and it costs money that I probably shouldn't spend, but fuck that - I smell good. If you have sock monkey flannel sheets and an electric blanket and a down comforter with a red flannel cover on it, then you probably live at my house and how come I never see you? That's creepy. (the bed is comfy though, huh?) love, might