why is it that i feel cheesed-out when i look at sap-happy photos of friends in new relationships? ugh. every time i click on a pic, my gag reflex takes over. some women just can't get over the fairytale even if reality bopped her on the head. ending is: see the drama coming soon to a theatre near you...
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i was at the pennsylvania dutch market this afternoon where i felt i'd died and gone to heaven. their cakes and shoo-fly pies were nice, plump and juicy. their soft homemade pretzels were the best of any pretzel-erias i've ever gone to. fresh organic produce on sale was enough to keep me at bay, ogling over the selection of tummy-fillers. self-sufficient the amish community is: they make their own food and don't waste scraps too. have you ever heard of pickled watermelon rinds? whoa. and i thought filipinos were frugal enough as it is. tut-tut.
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virginfest this sunday. will i shell out $100 to go see the smashing pumpkins? wow.
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