Here’s a sob story for you. I spent this day, the second Sunday of Lent, in preparation to gorge myself on what I suspect to be God’s second physical incarnation: banana-nutella crepes at the intimidatingly posh Cafe Neo. I reluctantly gave up sweets for Lent (which I complain a lot about, but is honestly much [...]
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Una Tragedia de Cuaresma
Posted in Chicago, baklava, coffee, melodramatic, things that make me sad on February 17, 2008 | 3 Comments »
And with your soul always green, you’ll grow into a tall tree
Posted in baklava, beauty, poetry on February 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Upon coming out of my semi-weekly Arabic class, I experience two feelings simultaneously:
a) Intolerable exhaustion–mentally (my mind feels as though someone has lit a match inside and burned up all its contents, completely useless for the rest of the day), physically (my heart beats quickly and unevenly, and my brain literally aches), and emotionally (after verbal [...]
The air around me vibrates with so many images. Which is great, because most of them are British.
Posted in baklava, movies, relationships, things that make me sad on January 27, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I hurt B so much. So so much. The kind of hurt that makes you so dizzy that you start thinking horrible ideas are wonderful ideas. The kind of hurt that is so bad that you are inspired send hate mail. And leave angry messages. And propose marriage. You’re just too hurt to even know [...]
Back to Baklava
Posted in Chicago, baklava, coffee on January 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I thought I might be able to handle my baklava cravings once Hannah came back, someone to keep me accountable from eating a half pound per night. But she only makes it worse, reminding me, “Didn’t Rachael say that baklava’s really good for you? Like honey makes you live to be 300 or something?” I [...]
