off topic: i love your name. that is my favorite song on tvab.

hoooooooly balls, that's remarkably similar to a rather pivotal part of a book i'm writing.

not a ghost story, but about the most (legit) scared i've been in my life, with a delightful ending.

but... why toast AND fried bread? why not just fry ALL the bread?

i used to work in a shop that shared a wall with a subway, and we constantly had people complaining that it stank in our store. it was their stupid "bread" baking next door. of course, this was also willow glen, so people were assholes over things big and small as a rule, but yeah, shit reeks.

i have an empanada press that i haven't used yet, because it lives on top of the fridge in its box and i forget i own it whenever i actually make empanadas. i also have one of those italian cookie presses so i can make spritz cookies just like my mom. and a pasta machine that i also haven't used yet cuz i lack…

oh no, i was gonna eat that cake. but now it's all wet, and i don't think i want any.

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