Sunday bun day

Baking with Apples!

I baked a cinnamon apple cake today, recipe via Nigella Lawson. It was DELICIOUS and apple-y and soft and spicy and warm and so autumnal and perfect for today.

Today's just that kind of day where all you want to do is sit on your bed and pluck out all of your hairs while eating vitamin C tablets.

Why do they make them so delicious if you're only supposed to eat ONE a day? She probably thinks she's reeeeal cute.

Some weekends I go to the Catskills and look at plants.



But most weekends I just go to Long Island and have raging staph infections whose treatment=
1. heavy antibiotics that tear apart my stomach and make me loopy and lethargic,
2. bathing in diluted bleach water 3x a week, and
3. washing every piece of fabric that touches my skin immediately after it touches my skin.
Add some triple-antibiotic ointment to the mix and you get an idea of where I am at.

I smell like a hospital, I hope I won't scar, my tummy is in a constant state of ache, and I have no quarters left (for laundry).

But I am really appreciating the smell of clean laundry. And I am really appreciating how delicious almond milk and nutritional yeast are in combination with other sweet and savory (resp.) foods. And I am really appreciating the fact that I don't have anyone in my life who takes up serious amounts of my time or attention, because I prefer to really focus all my love, energy, time, and affection on MYSELF.
I am young, it is alright.
RIGHT?

There are a lot of reasons why I love fall, but it's mostly because it's witch season.

This movie taught me what vaginal intercourse is.

My parents had given me "the talk" before but it was super convoluted and nervous and they did very little explaining of what typical vaginal intercourse actually entailed. They only really talked about the possible outcomes, of which there are two:
1. babies
2. crabs

So I walked away from that talk quite confused and believing that I just had completely misunderstood the mechanics part. I didn't believe that penises could bend like that and it just seemed a little too puzzle-piecey-perfect that those penises would magically fit into vaginas.
I just thought "wow, I COMPLETELY misunderstood that talk" (which I hadn't) and went on with my life, trying to make myself believe that one could get pregnant and crabs from intense making out.

Then, this movie.

Clarity.
And as I watched I had this sinking feeling of "jesus, I was right. What a messy process."

A day and a night before I moved back into the city, we spent the night at the beach. I was too drunk to take pictures that evening (perhaps you remember this?) but I did catch some while we were waking up.
Our sleeping spot and the sand-covered fire pit around which we danced, lugged around heavy logs, laughed, and spit gin.
The sunrise.

I am so glad you came out that weekend. I told you at the time but maybe you don't understand the real value of it:
You were the best date I had ever brought.

And there is no competition at all.