Friends

i miss you.

i'd do anything for you.

i sliced my first vanilla pod today and when i pried it open, my heart cried and my brain orgasmed. for real. my fingers smell so good now. i want to smell like flour, butter and vanilla all over, everyday. now i need a chemist friend who can make me cookie dough-smelling perfume.

aunt flo came tonight, which explains why i've been bingeing the past couple of weeks. and not to mention, the thriving zit farm on my face. and ultimately, tonight's supper and tomorrow's breakfast - a Cadbury White Dream milk chocolate tart. if that doesn't scream "tits, there's a fucking huge red blimp blinking furiously on your menstrual radar", i don't know what does. we had lemon tart on tuesday, chocolate and pear tart on wednesday. thursday was dessert-free except for a dry cheesecake that the lady boss got for half-price from the supermarket. i hate dry cheese cakes. thursday afternoon was spent messing up the work kitchen alone feebly attempting a lemon and blueberry tart with a diy crust. fai. lure. thursday night was spent rushing home on the train (not that i can make the train move faster, but Solitaire does help take your mind off counting the minutes) and messing up the home kitchen (with nobody to clean up after you) and making another lemon tart to bring to work in the morning in case the other one isn't anywhere near edible.

i'm never going hungry, nope not even in sydney. even though i'll be perpetually broke. i just need to find a way to fit 5 bottles of olive oil in my luggage and not get caught and then i'll be all set for life.

my mom is coming along for the first month, which is brilliantly fucked up. what's more fucked up than sleeping in the living room of your aunt's apartment? sleeping with your mother in the living room of your aunt's apartment, that's what. i'm just being angsty now. i know i'll be grateful having her around when february advances. at least i won't be alone looking for lodging, touring the campus and finding halal grocery. hurrr. february can't come soon enough. i'm jizzing in my pants, thinking about it.

i have vanilla beans under my nails and i need to check on how the tarts are settling.

this is what becomes of life when your boyfriend takes tuesdays and thursdays off from your life to indulge in his own life. you become a homebody with a penchant for tarts.

and then you gain 5 kgs and want to die.