Why's it always gotta be black...chocolate chips.

I cleaned the flat! Woohoo! Even the tub, and the toilet, and changed my sheets (to my red ones now. several hundred count egyptian), and hung up my clothes, thank goodness. BUt that wasn't the only highlight. This morning I went to BRUNCH with some new friends, and met their little girl, Piper, who was a cutey, making sure she let me know all the spanish words she knew. And then came home, did my BUSINESS, and took myself to DINNER AND A MOVIE (I'd really missed my single dates, especially my lone-movie dates, a liking which I get from my father) I saw Thank You for Smoking- very funny, I'm no good at writing film reviews, nor do I think my opinion would matter in your movie choice, but if you want to see one, it's a good time. Afterward I hung out with Toussaint... we baked COOKIES, chocolate caramel chip cookies.

I dont' know why I keep hanging with that kid. I always leave him feeling frustrated, well for a while, and then I get over it, cause his stupidities are really easy to disregard. Perhaps its the challenge of the constant negotiations while being in his presence. Perhaps I am attracted to his strange energy that I dont get from the typical minnesotan ineteraction, and not attraction like, ooh i like him, because I definitely dont thats fo sho, but just a simple I-need-to-get-worked-up, and he does it with that arrogant smirk of his. Perhaps its the challenges of breaking through the wall he erects five minutes into us hanging out when het starts getting comfortable and more open around me, when, good lord, I wish he would trust me. I have no idea why he takes me so seriously or why he takes everything I say so personally or why he thinks everything I do resonates in the world as a sell-out-to-the-white-man-move. I mean all I said was, wow, those will be big cookies. Sometimes cookies are just gonna be big, and it has nothing to do with race.

Talk about people with draining energy.