![]() a bookshelf sinks into the sand & a language learned & forgot, in turn, is studied once again it's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen notes brownies on 2007-08-12 I had no idea it had been so long since my last post. Well, not much is happening. The weather is a huge sauna and class is either boring me to sleep or stressing me out. Just been doing my best to take it easy. No friends over. Just the two of us. Better that way. The last party in the building ended up as a fight. Somebody got drunk and started punching everybody. Well, not us. We weren't there. But you could hear it. It got out of control. Oddly, I want brownies. Only its too hot for any kind of baking. I think we might go out for lunch instead of brunch since its getting kind of late for that now. Definitely want a brownie though. It was Becca who started talking about them first. Strange huh? Sort of like when she starts humming a tune when she's washing dishes, and I have to start humming along too while drying dishes. But these brownies. I can't stop thinking about them after she'd talk about her Mom's brownies. Which consist of chocolate chips, white chocolate chips, walnuts. They aren't quite fudge but held together in a thick moist texture. Wish she'd just ask her Mom to make some for us. The oddest things we talk about in bed. | ||||