walking down harvard st. with a bottle of sriracha sauce. typical.
the smiling poop emoji (who am i kidding, really? year-round favorite).
rediscovering how much “benny and the jets” has an effect on my internship productivity.
10:30 pm bed times. three blankets. a new space heater. i’m going by the name “mildred” now, just an fyi.
burt’s bees chapstick in ruby grapefruit. bought only because it reminded me of the homeland.
speaking of the homeland, daydreaming about swimming in my community pool. as soon as i get off the plane. in mid-december. swampland, i salute you.
ordering home try-ons from warby parker. the most hipster ones. so ruben and i could try them on.
hosting a holiday party for this weekend. with a dress code (cheesy sweaters are openly verboten. fancy dress only). and this afroman christmas cd bumpin’ in the background. naturally.
that all of my conversations with my mom lately have been about the ranking of black bean burgers in orlando (toojay’s wins always) and which restaurants we are planning to pillage of their foodstuffs once i make landfall.
the tikka masala burrito at boloco. i’ve been getting hot and steamy with one of those guys on a weekly basis. so good. currently in need of godparents for my food-baby. whoops.
that the super soft-spoken guy in my creative writing class started off his critique of my piece with “so, you used the word ‘turd’ a lot.”
how proud i felt making the soft-spoken guy say “turd” out loud. and then he asked “so, what’s the origin of this ‘turd’?”
recipes for pumpkin chocolate chip bread that yield two loaves. not one, two. two, as in the quantity that is completely necessary and recommended.
cutting the aforementioned pumpkin bread into one big slice, instead of two smaller slices, because then it means i’ve only had one slice. mackenzie logic always wins.