hobbyist

she stared at the jars of cookies in front of her. they were staring right back. cookies of different shapes and sizes--stars, clover, mushroom, squarish, circular... she even made some with festive decorations. they looked like they were all trying to squeeze their way in... or out. she had spent her entire weekend making them.

she just wanted to take things off her mind. she's been getting to be so good at it -- replacing her hubby with a hobby. thinking back, she recounted them. each time she felt uncomfortable or eerie, she focused herself around something.

dumped for another woman. hmmm, might as well finish college and get a degree...

got back together. now i have to find a job to support us...

marriage slowly beginning to shake... starting to rumble... it's rocking!! think i'm getting dumped again... wouldn't hurt to get a master's degree... night classes will be great... i was right about the dumping... hey, i'm getting really good with this intuition thing... think i can make it into a career? naahhh...

got back together. again. now i'm getting a headache with potentials of becoming a sensational migraine... think i'll feel a lot better if i just smash my head onto the wall...

dumped. again? yes, and duped... on the side. oh gad! gotta bake... but i've got several jars of cookies with no one to eat them... gotta paint...anything!!! walls? no, too wide... not enough paint... do i know candle-making? no, guess not.. how about soap-making? would have to buy glycerine somewhere in quezon ave... too far... i'll make figurines instead... paint them later when they harden... make them real colorful... yeah, i'll make funny fat faces... funny fat faces with big open mouths..