love these cooks.

{i am a cookie}

i was gonna write about my total full-body empathy-sickness problem and the shooting of the small humans and the utter impotence of words right now, especially ones like 'enough' and 'change' and 'devestation' and... but then i read this onion piece and it says it all better than anything or anyone else....

so i cuddled my dog a lot and made cookies instead. because i could only throw up from complete sadness so many times. and also it is the christmas time. and who the fuck am i to think that i have any right to this nauseous cloying anger when there are 20 families that had their children murdered yesterday...

so. the cookies. then.

{and gin, too. and specialdeer for me, danny, sarah and adam.}