oh man..you gotta try boiling black cardamom with your ceylon orange pekoe...it is GOOD..

As much as I complain about life, I do feel lucky and grateful for life. Yea I bitch about men but in the end I figure it's better to have intense-romantic-argumentative-tensionfilled-passion-ridden-and-mostly-unfulfilled love if only to create art. Love and its riddles are the stuff of great poetry, song and dance. Why not split your soul to pieces if only to write a few nice words and to connect with other females who are also writing angst-ridden diaries. If we're going to go insane, we might as well go insane together.

biiiiig siiiiiggghhh...