@Jazmine Hughes Not to be all weird or whatever, but I love you, Jazmine.
@Lily Rowan "I'm guessing on how you say it. It's got an apostrophe." (In my defense, that one got cut. I would never leave a Dawn-cookie behind. Probably never.) Also, "Or what, you’re gonna toss your cookies on my shoes?"
It started out that way, but then I braided it into a(n originally much longer, sweeter-- but then it threatened to eat the internet) story. The pics are out of order too, obvs. Omg, I love that Buffy giggle/beer face gif so much.
@taco-salad dot com Okay, you got me, I didn't include the whipped cream.
On I'm Never Cooking Again (Not That I Ever Cooked Much to Begin With, So There's Been Very Little Change)
@ru_ri @Jazmine Hughes -- I have feelings about cooking, too. For me, it's a lot like art and writing, since ideally all three are about making something *new*. I find it kind of thrilling that way! (Also mundane, tiring, disastrous... ie again,a lot like art/writing.) I also have feelings about chocolate chip chickpea cookies! Which could change everything for you. Or maybe nothing at all. But here, can I offer you one? xx
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@Statham Aaaand done. (Thank you!)
@jazzloon Thank yoooooou! I'm so excited for *you*/everyone! Also what @frigwiggin said. xxxxxxxxxx
I love this. And it makes me think of a favorite passage from Even Cowgirls Get the Blues:
“Perhaps a person gains by accumulating obstacles. The more obstacles set up to prevent happiness from appearing, the greater the shock when it does appear, just as the rebound of a spring will be all the more powerful the greater the pressure that has been exerted to compress it. Care must be taken, however, to select large obstacles, for only those of sufficient scope and scale have the capacity to lift us out of context and force life to appear in an entirely new and unexpected light.
For example, should you litter the floor and tabletops of your room with small objects, they constitute little more than a nuisance, an inconvenient clutter that frustrates you and leaves you irritable; the petty is mean. Cursing, you step around the objects, pick them up, knock them aside.
Should you, on the other hand, encounter in your room a nine thousand pound granite boulder, the surprise it evokes, the extreme steps that must be taken to deal with it, compel you to see with new eyes. Difficulties illuminate existence, but they must be fresh and of high quality.”
She is so wonderful, it totally breaks my heart.