Kugel.

Kugel. I love the stuff.

It's rich. It's custard-y. It's totally yummy when eaten cold. And its fun to say: Kugel. Kuuuuuugel.

Kugel kugel kugel kugel kugel.

If you told me that I would choose the hottest day since moving into my apartment to have a baking fit -complete with a trip to the Farmers Market- I would say that that totally sounded like me.

I'm not a Stalker

Really. But if your going to sit in front of me on the bus and go on your computer, I can't help if I can see the reflection in the window. Everything is backwards, anyway. And I'm pretty sure that your Facebook is in Korean or some other like language, so there's no chance I'm going to figure out what your writing. I'm just having fun watching you look at that picture of the cute girl, then scroll down, start writing something, delete it, repeat.

I think you've done this about 4 times now. Mister, let me give you a word of advice. Just tell her you think she's cute and move on. Seriously.

I can't sleep

I am moving in a few days and my body seems to have realized it before my brain has, because I couldn't sleep at all last night, and now here I am again at 10:45ish, and I am not remotely tired. When I did finally fall asleep it was in the wee hours of the morning, and then I had crazy weird dreams/nightmares. Like the Joker kidnapped me. And I woke up in a tent at night with two other clowns. And then next thing I know I'm back at my house, but there are weird apocalyptic storms going on. And then I'm in a model sized version of chicago trying to take the train, but the city is flooded and I keep going underwater.

That's it. No more strawberry-banana Concreate Mixers before bed for me.