A present day fairytale.
Once upon a time, in a tiny apartment with a dirty kitchen, a young woman stood with a stupidly bewildered look upon her face.
"What can I fix to eat from the contents of my cupboard?" she asked herself, because it was not uncommon for this creature to talk to herself. She opened the cupboard apprehensively, afraid to find that there was nothing within, but instead was shocked to find heaps of ingredients on every shelf. But that was all she had: ingredients. No simple food for her to gorge herself on that would not only feed her belly, but also her cumpulsive laziness and lack of enthusiasm to cook today. Oh, what a predicament. And because the kitchen was filthy, she had hardly a dish to eat upon, let alone any to cook with, unless she cleaned the pile in the sink. At the thought, she gave a visible shudder. All hope was lost.
Oh well, another day gone hungry, she supposed and skipped back to the computer chair so that she might work some more on a website for her boyfriend's kinderpunk band of underage rejects.
The end.
"What can I fix to eat from the contents of my cupboard?" she asked herself, because it was not uncommon for this creature to talk to herself. She opened the cupboard apprehensively, afraid to find that there was nothing within, but instead was shocked to find heaps of ingredients on every shelf. But that was all she had: ingredients. No simple food for her to gorge herself on that would not only feed her belly, but also her cumpulsive laziness and lack of enthusiasm to cook today. Oh, what a predicament. And because the kitchen was filthy, she had hardly a dish to eat upon, let alone any to cook with, unless she cleaned the pile in the sink. At the thought, she gave a visible shudder. All hope was lost.
Oh well, another day gone hungry, she supposed and skipped back to the computer chair so that she might work some more on a website for her boyfriend's kinderpunk band of underage rejects.
The end.