Another short piece of writing from July of 2008. I remember this quite vividly actually.
When I’m stoned, apparently cooking just enough pasta for me and my friend isn’t enough. No, I have to cook enough for the entire of Australia.
ALL MY FUCKING PASTA.
IN THE FUCKING HOUSE.
COOKED FOR NO REASON.
I even forgot to like, wrap it up and put it in the fridge. I have to throw it out because it’s probably crawling with some disease that would make me grow a vagina or something. Fuck.
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Haha, I remember you telling me that.
Best.
Story.
Ever.
Haha, fun times :)