twenty-something

my birthday has begun. i had some pieces of elite chocolate*, read some maps, and am falling asleep. my roommates are planning something next door. i hear their murmurings. sometimes i wish i could write like amos oz.


*not because i was celebrating, but because i am addicted to chocolate and three hours had passed since i had eaten meat^.
^ethiopian food. it was good. i was the only one who liked the bread. my hands got greasy~.
~after ellen (the "new roommate"/eva's twin) and i saw an english-israeli musical, If I Could Rewrite the World.