And I don't really know what I'm mixing it into but I have to choose *exactly* the right ingredients.Some of them I'm putting in their, on purpose. I want to put a lot of loooooove. For everything. For friends. For my lady. For my family.
I want to put in my collection of queer feminist theory. And why I hate cities like Dubai.
I want to put in my traditions. Like how to make turkish coffee or make some folds in the hijab you're wearing to make it look like a flower.
Stuff's falling in too.
My procrastination. I'm writing this instead of the 40 pages of essay I have to write in two weeks.
My indecisiveness. I feel like, with all the externalities and nuances my life has, I should ahve as much control of it as I possibly can. But I don't.
Lack of funds. I got an angry email from my school. I owe 'em like 13,000 something dollars.
It'll be a delicious cake, I think. I want cake.