// I have the greatest fiance//

D. Muse’s Macaroni and Cheese Recipe

with bacon, potato chips, and also cheese. a lot of it.

-1.5 lbs of cheese… I’d suggest that roughly a pound of it be mild and the rest sharp, tangy, briny, etc.

-1.5 lbs of pasta (preferably macaroni, but sometimes one must improvise)

—- the numbers can be adjusted, just make sure your amount (weight) of cheese and pasta are about the same…. more cheese is better. obviously —-

-a couple cloves of garlic.

-butter. lots

-heavy cream (optional, but it does make a kick-ass sauce)

-whole milk

-1 lb bacon

-salt, pepper

-some mild goat cheese, if you can find it

-tomatoes

-potato chips (saltier the better…) also, cheese its would be awesome

finely chop your garlic. heat a saucepan and melt some butter. add your garlic.

cook it ‘til it smells fucking awesome. add some of your heavy cream or milk and heat that shit up (this way the cheese won’t burn to the pan). 

as the cream approaches a boil, begin adding your cheese. don’t add too much at once, or it will burn. alternate adding cream (or milk) and cheese until you’ve got the desired amount/consistency. salt and pepper to taste

in a separate pot, cook all your pasta. don’t forget to salt the water! it’s cool if the pasta is a bit firm when you finish cooking it (in fact, it should be). that shit will soften up when you add it to the sauce later.

in a still separate pan, cook MOST of your bacon… leave plenty of fat, cause it’s mad delicious. add that tasty meat to your sauce mixture, leaving enough to garnish your casserole later. 

this bit is important -

make absolutely sure you have the consistency you want for your sauce BEFORE adding the pasta to it, as it’s a bit more difficult to adjust afterwards… not impossible, just harder to judge. I’d suggest staying on the THINNER side, since it’s easy to just add more cheese 

top it off with your sharp and/or tangy cheese(s). slice up those tomatoes and goat cheese (if you found it) thinly and lay them down in that magical cheese-bed. finally, cover this whole heinous concoction with crushed up chips or crackers. enjoy. enter cheese induced coma.

// Great Gatsby//

So I never actually read The Great Gatsby… mostly because I read other things, and never got around to it. Obviously, this means I didn’t have the full high school experience. Whatever. I really want to read it.

And guys… It is on my summer reading list!!!

But ever since everyone started freaking out about it, I’ve innocently heard at least a MILLION times (not an exaggeration, kids) about the entire storyline, including the ending!

I’m sure analysis of it would be glorious, and aids itself to a good read as is, but the initial read was kind of ruined for me. 

Why the spoilers, kids? Why? 

Normally, I expect spoilers on Tumblr, but between Facebook and the television, I couldn’t even evade the plot twists in Russia.

For what it’s worth, I probably read and saw all sorts of things before you did, and never had to write about the ending on Tumblr.  And now I am sad. 

This is all. 

mandatoryupgrades:

Anyone who thinks Shakespeare is boring apparently missed the greatest stage direction ever written:

I want that to be the final line of my biography.

I want this to be written on my tombstone.

(via ellaquence)

// Sushi Nights//

Still necessary, even in Siberia.

// Thoughtstream Day 4//

I am starting to feel happy. Not overjoyed to the point that I want to jump out of my skin. Just… okay. Which is nice. It’s exactly what I want to feel.

This feeling of nonchalant lethargy also makes it difficult to write with vigor. I am okay with this.

Now if I could just get the second interview.

// Thoughtstream Day 3//

            Sometimes I feel like my body is entirely full of stuff. Like Santa’s bag. Like a water balloon under a hose. Like a house on “Hoarders.” Like a really shitty simile that isn’t worth writing.

           To be fair, I’m not sure what it’s full of, but I wish I could piss it out, because it fills my lungs and suffocates my neural pathways.   

            I haven’t left my room today. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to think. I just want to sleep until everything in my world fixes itself. Mind included. 

// How I Feel About Being Here//

It is strange, the things that give us meaning:

E-mails, Synonyms,

The word ‘yes.’

Books written by ghosts, and

Cold walks home that signify      

Your lips on mine.

Symmetry

That only the Russian Soul can understand.

Entrenched folk song dissonance

Trapped in scorched plot.

In this town,

they say the only way to scare a man

Is to tell him that his children will starve.

            My,

I’ve never known a hobby before.