i feel like i haven’t written here in a while. that might be good. i miss Argentina, my cousins and friends. i miss going out with them, waking up to the voice of my grandmother and grandfather talking and the trucks and cars yelling at one another outside. i miss eating ice cream on cold, cold days.
i miss eating whatever i want. there’s a certain kind of pleasure you feel when you chew with your eyes closed.
(i really like the sound of the atmosphere i’m in right now. its quiet. i can only hear the noises the keyboard makes with every key i press, and tap i make. the faint sounds of the motorcycles racing down 42nd avenue right outside my building and the cars running down the wet cement. the air conditioning is still. i sigh every once in a while)
have you ever watched the music video to a song that’s new to you? doesn’t the quality of the video affect your opinion on the songs sometimes?
if you had listened to that song for the first time without the video, and just focused on the melody, tune, etc etc (i’m not a musician, what would i know), wouldn’t you see it in a completely different way?
with food, i like to chew with my eyes closed. idk about you but eating rat shit on a bench in Paris, facing the lights of the Eiffel Tower in the middle of the night, sounds just as good to me as eating gourmet food at downtown Miami filled with bums.
where was i even getting with this?
whatever. anyway. i’m getting into cooking. i like to cook. (i’d LIKE to cook)
having the satisfaction of knowing whats coming into my body is almost as good as the satisfaction in chewing on spice-filled, top-notch, high quality, healthy food that I made myself.
ugh. i will continue this tomorrow.
goodnight, tumblr readers.
and to mary jane, happy holidays

p.s. i’m starting to love candles.
i love candles.
the scented ones are just delicious.