what i'm loving these days

florida. tomorrow. before hanging up the phone with me this morning, mum said "see you tomorrow!" that made me sooo happy. it has simply been way too long.

this trailer for dog days.

brussels sprouts. and buying them on the stalk and carrying like a baby all the way home. yesterday maria and i had them covered in parmesan at parm, tonight i'll be making them with rosemary and apples, and yesterday ashlee posted one of my favorite recipes.

mrs. meyer's clean day lavender scent. i'm noticing a pattern in all of the restaurants i love and that is that their bathrooms have mrs. meyer's lavender hand soap or room spray or a poop candle... i finally couldn't take it anymore so i, for the first time in my life, spent way too much money on hand soap and room spray. $10 for a poop candle though simply can't be justified... just don't poop in my bathroom, people.

yogurt cheese. my yogurt cheese affair began when i woke up once starving in the middle of the night. the only thing in the fridge was my roommate’s yogurt cheese. so i ate all of it. and then bought her another pack, which i am now eating all of. oops. also, it being yogurt makes it good for you, i think.

eating away sandy. this week donny bought dozens of sweets from the robicelli's, whose entire inventory was wiped out by sandy. donny obviously shared, and i got to indulge in an unreal sweet potato cupcake. 


shameless loves, by donny

things that donny loves
{but really probably shouldn't}

not showering for three {or more} days
ordering a drink named malibu, twice
listening to teenage dreams by katy perry on repeat
admitting to eating a shit load of meat on meatless mondays
falling asleep at 10pm and not waking up till 11am
totally getting on the train when people are still trying to get off
intentionally bumping into people that are getting on the train while i'm still trying to get off
telling people that i think brad pitt is a handsome guy
asking molly to bake/cook me food cause she's my half jewish mom

thank you, donny!
and a happy no shame november to you!



the problem with being in love with my new apartment is that there are just too many fantastic looking restaurants that i can't be arsed to try on account of why shouldn't i stay in my sunny kitchen all day and cook all of the things that pass through my stream of consciousness? corn muffins with bacon and apples for donny and mo? ok. almond chocolate meringues? yes. brunch for craig? oh yes absolutely omg yes craig was in town and we ate eggs and split a pumpkin whoopie pie.

and then yesterday a thought arouse that was something along the lines of: i am going to be single for as long as i live in this apartment because with the amount that i love this place, how can i possibly love another thing, such as a human being?

perhaps this is what we call "taking this too far."