i'm going to attempt to make chocolate mousse tonight. the whipping cream and melted chocolate version. i'm very excited about it. i've missed baking, and eating. although i'm going to sara's big italian wedding shower in Rhode Island this weekend so probably i'll get the eating on track.
matt relayed a "compliment" from kevin that he thought i'd lost weight. mr. matt was a little surprised that i didn't care for the "compliment" and that i asked in future to be left ignorant of kevin assessing my fatness. "but don't girls like it when people think they're losing weight" NO THEY DON'T. sara and i discussed in depth how indeed it is not a compliment to be told you're losing weight because inherently all you can think of his how fat you were before and the number of chairs you must have broken with your gargantuan ass.

"don't they know they're supposed to keep their mouths shut about that stuff?" sara says while unwrapping a ghirardeli chocolate square. "really" amy uttered with her mouth full of cheez-its. "no wonder kevin's getting a divorce" sara says as she looks forlornly into her plastic rite-aid bag now empty of chocolate. "yeah, why does matt listen to him anyway?" said amy as she handed sara a peanut butter cup from her second cash drawer.

matt and i talked about alot of stuff last night, not centered around kevin or my fat. i learned that he brings up living together as a farther into the future idea than as a result of the job possibility. which is good. he said he's just thinking positively and is in no hurry to change something that is working so well. phew. and while he plans to use the generator for electricity until lines run out to his property, he has no intention of living there without water (THANK GOD) so it seems a fair enough prospect. in a few years.
he has no intention of repeating the mistakes of his brother, who has moved in with almost every girl he's dated after a few weeks. and then they break up. this brother is now in the process of selling all his worldly goods to purchase an engagement ring for the girl who kicked him out of their apartment. it's safe to say that if she doesn't want to live with you, she doesn't want to marry you. but, then, who am i to know? maybe straight girls do stuff like that.