Breakfast, tarantulas, and other things I can't spell
Arrr! today was a day.
A day where I realised I haven't eaten oats in a while.
I like oats, especially in breakfast form.
Well, I miss oats if that's what porridge is made out of.
I do so love porridge, and there has been quite the anti-abundance of it recently. I'd make some tommorow, but I've rather planned to have pancakes.
I do so love pancakes.
I've decided if you format things like that it can sometimes confuse people into believing you're a brilliant haiku artist, and that's what life's really about isn't it?
Oh yes, and lies all lies.
A day where I realised I haven't eaten oats in a while.
I like oats, especially in breakfast form.
Well, I miss oats if that's what porridge is made out of.
I do so love porridge, and there has been quite the anti-abundance of it recently. I'd make some tommorow, but I've rather planned to have pancakes.
I do so love pancakes.
I've decided if you format things like that it can sometimes confuse people into believing you're a brilliant haiku artist, and that's what life's really about isn't it?
Oh yes, and lies all lies.