the occasional psychobabble: orange peel.

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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

Not too long ago...

Psychobabble. Just to pique your interest.

Past Tense

orange peel.

Stamped: 5:41 pm

if my cravings go unsatisfied any further, i think i might kill someone.

i am yearning for fresh caesar salad, lovely cheddar cheese risotto and dense, chocolate-y brownies topped with crème fraîche and toasted hazelnuts.

oh my god.

oh my god.

oh my god.

i could prepare such food myself, but i need THE INGREDIENTS. although i do have everything i need to bake some brownies... i am just too tired to do so. besides, i want them right away. i dont want to have to lug over the stove melting the chocolate and butter, sweat my life away mixing everything together and wait another 30 minutes more in front of the oven for brownies! in fact, i dont want to be anywhere the damn kitchen! when i want them, i want them NOW!

bloody fuck. why is this happening to me?!

i want food.

FOOOOOOOOOOOD!

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Anonymous says so:
30 July 2009 at 08:02
u really are a fucking wo-man.

mm..salad..cheese

dont give a fuck if its rabbit food. yum yum. with thai chili oil on breaded chickennnn top