I rolled out of bed with a hangover today. I drank flat soda. My dad was snacking on some chips so i helped myself to one or two. I mean just because I live with my parents doesn't mean I can just stay out all night and drink tequila to wake up the next day to drink flat soda and eat some chips for breakfast! It doesn't mean that my life is over or that I should lose all sense of the epicurean journey that I have invested so much time in.
I mean I got a cast iron pot and I haven't even used it yet.
I'm ready. This morning's breakfast might have been a low. It also might have been the kick in the pants I've needed. I'm 23 now. Its time to get my life together. I'm going to go bake some shit.
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