..when love is a gun separating me from you...
I'm currently eating feta cheese and wondering where it all went wrong. It says on the packet that it's "rich sharply tangy". Rich in lies is about all it's rich in. It's dry and doesn't have the cringe factor I love to hate. Tesco's feta (which is, I imagine, about 3 times cheaper than this sainsbury's brand) is wonderful. The first taste of it makes my teeth tingle and my jaw clench-like the first fizzy sour haribo you have out of a packet. Cringely lovely. The best bit.
This one is a bit boring, I have to wash it down with apple juice so I don't choke.
Still it is cheese.
And it isn't stopping me eat it.
My mum found the tinsel on the cookie jar at breakfast this morning :-D and said I was very mature sarcastically. But the best part was she couldn't quite hide the twitch of a smile.
I'm a bit down because I always get like that when I come back here, memories and such and all the reminders of the closest emotions.
I was relying on the cheese to do its job, it's like chocolate to me. Buuuuut since it's rubbishy it really isn't doing much to prevent my desire to cry. I need a distraction.
And by the way I hate the end of tv shows. The last episode always makes me want to slit my wrists despite it's happily ever after ending. Eg- Charmed. Fuck you and your million-years-later-and-we're-still-happy. And don't get me started on DC. I woke up this morning singing that fucking song from the finale. What a depressing beginning.
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