languid

so i was feeling bleak. wanting an out, a new path for cash... melancholy angst about the way things are and the dreams of what i want them to be. well... here's what i think... for now i will keep on keeping on because it is what i need to do to even get myself to a place where i need to grow into something else. i mean i gotta build my chrysalis.

how did i come to figure this out? well.. just now because i had to follow up with the bitching of the aforementioned.

so how did i contemplate this? i didn't.

i came home to the roma tomatoes i picked up last week.

they were ripe! fuckin' bloody

but... i had so many that i had to commence doing something with them before they all went fuzzy white. y'don't wanna know about the fuzzy white stuff i tell ya.

so... home scratch chili and homemade scratch spasketti sauce!@

fucking kick ass comfort food. good for the soul to make and good for the soul to consume.

i think too fucking much. i really need to let it flow a little more.

i think it over and over and over....

letting go....





maybe...

and now for more stirring....

garlic and onions sauted in sangiovesse make for epic sauce.

aloha,
j