now here's a cooking tip for you:

when you're making brownies with redhots in them, and the recipe says to put parchment paper on the bottom of the pan, substituting that with newsprint drawing paper is not the same thing - the effect is the same, which is luscious, luscious brownies, but explaining to people when the paper kind of sticks to the bottom of the brownie (because it's not a waxy consistency like parchment paper) that NO, there's no ink printed on the paper, it's not a newspaper it's newsprint drawing paper, no it will not make you sick, yes it's archival quality, no eating paper will not kill you, yes the brownies are delishious so shut up and eat them... it's not worth it. so get off your ass, go to the store, and buy some parchment paper.

my squishy walls are fixed. i love how my slumlord apartment managers pointed out a very tiny area on my kitchen and bathroom walls that were going to be replaced because they don't really want to pay to do any work, right? i came home after the handyman had been there and huh, i wasn't full of shit, the damage WAS pretty extensive, and the entire bottom half of both walls had been replaced with new drywall.

i love it when i raise hell about something and the other party tells me basically i'm wrong and that turns out not to be the case at all, in reality i'm quite awesome. so they can suck it, i'm gonna paint the walls fun crazy colors and they're gonna deal with it because i officially don't like them anymore.

and maybe if i feel like it when i move out i'll paint it back. or black.

or black with big fat hellflames. that's a nice motif for a former nunnery, i think.

today i'm making a comforter for my bed. ohhhhh, yeah, we be classin' up the joint. now my place won't look like a squatter lives there, it'll look like a squatter with a comforter lives there.

and it's supposed to be 75 degrees outside on monday. no sir i do not miss wisconsin weather at all.