Death By Food
Went home this weekend, why you ask? Well I’ll tell you, damn nosy ape.
I had to hang out with BQ. He’s back in the Western Hemisphere. We did what all the hip cool guys do in Carytown, coffee + music. Was great seeing him again, I hope his ass moves back to Northern VA, keep your fingers crossed people.
Then of course I dined (more drowned) in amazing home cooked meals. Oh man I wish I could reverse time, throw up, and get my self a second helping. Actually, that doesn’t sound so appetizing.
Sunday, awesome breakfast. Mom make me french toast PLUS a veggie/cheese omelet. Dude, I was still full from the night before. Then of course dinner, oh man, dinner. I would have to be bard to describe the taste, for only music can explain the synaptical joy I experienced.
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