i dun wan to admit it, but this is becoming a trend.

every year in the month of May, the peak of my quarter-life crisis, aka the period of the 'twixter' or 'adultolescent', will surface in some form like a change in relationship status, vocational limbo, or the recurrence of clinical depression. high expectations for life continue - a job that pays decently and is self-fulfilling, a soul mate who doesn't call it quits halfway.

gobbling up grilled shishamo (smelt fish full of egg sacs) whole made me feel much better. yummmy!