cinnamon toast

is the perfect snack/dinner. i hadn't made it in years and i don't know why i don't make it every night. it reminds me of being little and happy. except for the one time i tried to make it for my dad and went through about 8 slices of bread before finally not burning it.

i keep sitting at the computer but not writing. i'm so envious of those who have started blogs and somehow managed to make some sort of livelihood out of their ramblings. could there be a more perfect job?

i want a perfect job.