Monday, February 13, 2012

Commonly Known As the Santo Spirito, it is one of the first examples o' renaissance architecture.

Hey. How's it going?

I didn't actually drink the vodka that night with him on the cold beach. Mostly because I don't want to be drinking anything lately. But my butt did soon turn into a cold piece of a steel and my toes, only protected by my thin rubber boots and an pair of socks that were paper thin. They froze with the casual rain, low temperatures and the fog that descended upon us at 2 in the morning.

My favorite memory of the night was finally trying to warm up at around 3. Laying in bed, cold as an ice cube. I stayed there for almost an hour, not even close to warming up. So I ran myself a bath near 4 in the morning and sat there, half asleep, feeling my body burn. Mostly Good, Some bad.

The day after, I made some peanut butter cookies. Man oh Man, i love peanut butter cookies. I pressed some in some roasted sesame, some in pistachio nuts by c-man sent, and some filled with raspberry jelly.

I brought them to this party shingdig thing at the marimba household, where I think the most hilarious part of it was watching the girls team won against the guys and watching some very white butts run down the road. Foosball is always good. It sucked kindof though, because eeeeeeeeeveryone was paired up with a significant other and what was left was two lonely people. Me and this other guy, Tyler. And to be honest it was awkward at times. But we pushed through it and here we are. I'm back home with my head still in the right place.

Now It's monday, I hope my valentines gift gets to c-man on time and I'm just casually looking at recipes that include unsweetened chestnut puree. I also tried to make plantain pancakes. Without a recipe. Didn't work.

Paper Flowers, Happened when the back was to shit.

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