lenoredoll

I was making cookies yesterday to send off to friends. Its good to send people cookies randomly; it makes them happy. hehe. So there I was making lots of cookies, trying to deal with an oven that keeps selectively burning some of the cookies. One of my roommates and I strike up a conversation about friends because a friend caused my Chicago trip to be not so pleasant and many times awkward. I gave her some cookie dough, and then I start ranting away about the friend. Suddenly, said friend calls and needs a shoulder to lean on. Feeling like a complete pushover, I comfort friend and give her milk and cookies. Friend then leaves on a happier note. I begin to clean up the mess in the kitchen when my other roommate comes in. I offer a cookie and we ended up talking from 12AM till 5AM. We had a great conversation spanning many inspirational topics and ideas, while we drank beer and ate some of the half burnt cookies. Damn, Im starting to think that all the worlds problems can be solved with cookies. or maybe thats the sleep depravation kicking in. Anyways, Im off to bed, and cookies = peace on Earth.