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i am currently in possession of a fifteen hundred dollar video camera la la

today i suited myself for six hours

in the morning, i went to a danish bakery i found on yelp in downtown called HYGGE BAKERY. there was an attractive danish boy patron there with a friend, also danish, presumably getting their delicious pastry fix. i awkwardly talked to him about pastries, but was too agitated and confused to be coherent. i wish i weren't such a milquetoast when it comes to boys. i asked him about his pastry. he cut a piece of it at his table and gave it to me. it was marzipan.

i bought three pastries. one had a very strange name, but it was definitely the solskinsbolle i used to buy. i ate my sunshine bun in the car as it rained outside.

About the name: "Hygge" is one of those untranslatable words, but the closest I can come in English is "cozy" or "warm fuzzies". Great British pubs are hygge; snuggling with your loved one by a fire on a cold winter evening is hygge; a party with friends where everyone's having a great time and nobody's barfed yet from alcohol is hygge.

I don't think you could describe the bakery's decor as hygge. It's stark modern look-at-all-these-lofts-how-could-Downtown-change-so-quickly-my-God-this-used-to-be-a-homeless-encampment.