69 (Baking) Love Songs

     This was the Valentine's Day weekend. Although Valentine's always have been more of an obscure image to me more than a day - i.e. I refer to it as February 14th, the same as February 15th, or 13th but society has deemed it a commercial day of love and romance and all nice things like that. Which is fine. I think. This is NOT going to be a rant about Valentine's day. I suppose it must be nice to have an excuse for PDAs and other such things.

     I was bored  (read: emo) because most people were out doing Valentine's day things. Also, I am a musical masochist so instead of trying to alleviate any possible symptoms of being emo (read: emotional, hormonal, temperamental, irritable, etc.), I chose to wallow in it. I thought it was high time I obtain a copy of The Magnetic Fields "69 Love Songs" since I'd known about it for ages so I  (for lack of a better descriptor) obtained all three volumes. Without copious amounts of chocolates, cookies, and/or ice cream (this was on Saturday), I put them on shuffle - I was trying to be brave.

     I am not one for using the Lord's name in vain, but dear Jesus. If you want something that's both highly ironic and comedic in that black sense, but in the same vein, equally emotional, definitely look into them. There are songs that make you chuckle, bitterly chuckle, stop you in the middle of what you're doing and make you remember, render you incapable of thinking with anything but that brain heart of yours, and overall, very in keeping with the theme of this weekend.

     Today (Sunday, that is) I started craving cookies and decided to bake some. Now they aren't my own from scratch (which let me tell you, are pretty good) because I AM ONE PERSON and to buy all those ingredients just to make cookies ... well frankly, it's just an useless investment, both in terms of money and my waist line. So I just went out and got some mix, along with mini Hershey Kiss chocolate chips, and yes, I baked them. With love. I decided, "Hey if no one's going to love me, I'm going to love myself through my mouth." So I did. And it was awesome.

They look better in my MOUTH.

Told you they look better in my mouth.

    Overall, what an emotional rollercoaster of a weekend. Is this what it's like to be sane? Maybe I should be less high-strung and more ... .... ... ........... low-strung? I may or may not be on a sugar rush. I don't even make sense anymore. I'm just happy. Maybe people give their lovers chocolate on Valentine's day so they'll be less depressed about being in that relationship. Wait, I didn't mean it like that. But I guess I said it, and to remove it would be against the rules of this blog post. So I won't. SO there. Hah.

     I'm going to go eat some more cookies before I say any more offensive things, like how ... hah almost fell into that trap. My thumb is burned. I don't get why people suck burned thumbs, the mouth is a warm environment and it just feels worse. Never absent-mindedly bake, because then you do dumb things like grab the metal tray fresh out of the oven with your bare hands. To be fair, I was distracted with these songs. Oh and that right there, yes that's your heartbreak meter, and it's through the roof.

Cheers!