motherfucker
got second set of knives back from the brink of destruction. refunded for all. ‘manager’ was in agreement about the knives that were done being done poorly, but didn’t really seem to get just how bad they were. whatever. i’ll · proceed…
leftovers for luncheon. it’s a common occurrence, and i’m happy for it. simple herb and garlic deliciousness, and teeny potatoes just taste better
i couldn’t fall asleep last night, as i was PISSED AT THE SHITTY SHARPENING JOB ON MY BELOVEDS!!! yes, the big one is decades old, but it’s true and lovely, and deserves to be treated as such. god DAMN!! i · proceed…
my soul is somewhere in there. in the depths of that black. stirring, stirring, turning into something sweet. something bitter. something burnt and inedible. something to take you directly to nirvana