The gun in my hand is black and covered in glitter

Having one of those moments in life where everything is making me want to fucking scream and punch something.
The following will be a super allusive rant and praise list as to not publicly expose myself too much

RANTS
1: I am soooo sick of you. You're a fucking manipulative piece of s**t who has NOTHING to offer anyone but ****s and a fucking headache. Seriously grow the fuck up, better yet - just stop

2: You are close to me and it was a bad comment/low blow, I still love you, always, but ouch you hit a soft spot

3: You really need to start following through with your commitments- trying to get shit done with you is like trying to fuck for virginity... YOU'RE KILLING ME

PRAISE
1. ruv you and want to blow you middle finger kisses always
2. You are on my rant list but you know I love you guuurrrrl
3. Miss you tons and tons and tons can't wait to buy you lunch (hehe)
4. lub you


Ok so I am glad that I got that out because I feel better. Also I can also see that I have much more to be happy about than to be pissed at.
I have officially vented.
Sigh.

its not what you know, but who you .....

Making With The Quickness

AM Status: Totally a mouth breather, being sick sucks
Wish: I could have gone shopping with the Moms
Want: My taste buds to come back (baby come back), again being sick sucks
Appreciate: That my scary man voice has been replaced with a softer more feminine one
Noon Status: Kicked my philosophy papers butt
Wish: I could be in LA for a pretty little ladies 24th birthday
Want: I'm going to stick with the tasting thing ... its that important to me
Appreciate: Taking baths and talking to my food bf cause he makes me hungry
PM Status: Popular (just saying)
Wish: I could stop blowing my nose
Can't wait: To get drinks with Carmen
Appreciate: Emily feeding me fresh fruit and class getting out early


Read My Toast

February 11

Quick.

Morning: Got home at 4ish, went back to bed till 8ish
Am Feeling: Drained
Am Thought: Can someone get you sick over the phone (drea :) )
Culinary Adventure: Tuna Melt & Cucumbers, the latter was better than the former
Liked: Bumping the jams with Lynds
Loved: Laughing at 3, 2, 2.5
Can't Wait: To wear my new soft pants tomorrow
Really Need: To go to Lykke Li tomorrow evening
Also Really Need: To not be sick. please oh, please
PM Feeling(s): drained, missing my bfs, all of them. (come see me soon)
PM Thought(s): Is it better to wake up early and do my homework, or stay up and do it?
Conclusion: Today was a good day

tie my hands

Last night: emotionally exhausting
This morning: fragile
Grateful for: the ones who can say "I know exactly what you are feeling"
Afraid of: losing my light because of this
Hoping for: change and honesty
Later tonight: will be interesting and intense
Tired: of feeling like I'm the only one who will stand up and say something
Really Tired: of her fucking nonsense
Ready: to say goodbye

Beautiful Day

Quick
weather:sunny and beautiful.
went to bed: drunk and full of eggs rolls
dreams: can't remember
woke up: early
brunch: started with a smoothie ended with huevos rancheros
afternoon: listed to loud music and baked meringues while basking in the awesome sunlight
later: work then home to bed
love: that i am wearing shorts
wish: i didn't have to work and b-rad was with me
hate: when a bad song comes on
last: my piping skills are growing. take that pastry internship.

love to love to love ya

I'm not usually one to gush, (ok, thats totally a lie) but I was just thinking about how great love is.
The warm and fuzzies are so nice, but nothing beats the utter bliss of biting into a freshly made blueberry ricotta turn over. Mmmm the warm and sweet creaminess is so divine that it sends shivers down my spine.