easter breakfast for single royals

In between building your master amazon wishlist of business attire socks and baby gates, replicating all of the apartments of your past in the sims, and googling "how to be a good dog mom," take the time to eat easter breakfast. I used the extra egg whites from the hollandaise to contribute to the puny quailsters- it's a cheat-hack-win/win!

tomorrow cannot be nigh fast enough

Sometimes letting go feels like diving in. I fry these three small quail eggs and put them on top of beans and cheese. I'm saving up for the zen garden in neko atsume. Every day I make a detailed list of all the ways money leaves me. I look at a 4" x 6" scale drawing of my new apartment for fifty-eight minutes every day while I'm at work. I make lists of my belongings. I draw different ways of arranging my plants in front of their new windows. I look at blue velvet chaise lounges on the internet. I argue with the UPS customer service representative for not delivering my package on time. I get my money back. I talk to my mom on the phone twice a week. I put lavender oil on my wrists and neck. I read about the cellular make up of plant stems. I think about making out with boys in elevators and European squares and in my kitchen. I want tomorrow so badly to deliver me to May.

oh boy oh boy oh boy

are these three things the meaning of life? let's hope so.