dear hidden agenda

oh agenda agenda, unlose yourself and come back to me

who even loses their agenda?! seriously.

also, i cut my hair 2 days ago and now i dislike it. alot.


oh, and by agenda i literally mean coil book, datebook, write-your-homework-in agenda. not that other agenda that some people are oh so slowly failing to conceal. please don't speak on my behalf if you're misinformed.

isn't subliminal messaging so junior high? saves me the trouble during a hectic week. but as billy says, all things change, come thursday. subliminal messages will eat your ear drums and your eyes one day.

<3

holy humina

MICHAEL SCHOFIELD ROCKS MY SOCKS (and then some)


godamn. season finale tonight and i dont have cable...


ps. somebody buy me cable

pps. i dont like social climbers. ICHIBAN=ME, NOT YOU.

baklava baklava baklava

since i've been craving good baklava for the past two weeks, i've deemed it worthy of it's own post title and then some. lately, i've found it honestly near impossible to have that perfect flaky philo goodness with blossom essence and honey and crushed pistachios available. the last one i had cheated and used walnuts and pecans which was retarded and left me craving it more. so if anybody has any suggestions of where to buy good baklava in bulk, it's worth its weight in gold.

on the homefront, cravings for something substantial arise and i'm again reminded how quickly things can become stale.

stale
adj. stal·er, stal·est
1. Having lost freshness, effervescence, or palatability: stale bread; stale air.
2. Lacking originality or spontaneity: a stale joke.
3. Impaired in efficacy, vigor, or spirit, as from inactivity or boredom.
4. Law. Having lost effectiveness or force through lack of exercise or action.


everything fresh is gone
my head hurts.