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i picnicked in a cemetery today.
it was my friend's birthday, and he wanted a picnic, which i happily agreed to attend.
i baked blueberry muffins, and sat on a blanket surrounded by dead people and goths.
we had a soda tasting, which was bizarre, but really enjoyable (dry cucumber soda is surprisingly good, black cherry remains overly sweet, and crappy, unsurprisingly).
i pantomimed drowning in a sea of dicks, then apologized to the dead people.
a baffling jeep full of shirtless bros sped through the cemetery, to do what, none of us know. i'd like to think it was to swim in a sea of each others dicks. later we spotted a stray wandering, cell phone in hand. he was wearing flip flops.
we talked in awful british accents.
my friend played guitar.
i came home and shooed the drunks off of my porch (again), then went inside to contemplate my life.
i drank fernet, and i felt good about my afternoon, and the amazingly good muffins i made.
tonight, i'll eat the greens i cooked last night, and drink some more fernet, because i'm an adult, and i can sip liquer iffin' i wants to.
i'll make some ricotta from scratch in the morning, and cook eggs and pancetta with them. i will not woe my messy apartment, instead, i will clean it. i'll shoo the drunks again, and fantasize about swinging a broom at them.
that's a better way to go.
it was my friend's birthday, and he wanted a picnic, which i happily agreed to attend.
i baked blueberry muffins, and sat on a blanket surrounded by dead people and goths.
we had a soda tasting, which was bizarre, but really enjoyable (dry cucumber soda is surprisingly good, black cherry remains overly sweet, and crappy, unsurprisingly).
i pantomimed drowning in a sea of dicks, then apologized to the dead people.
a baffling jeep full of shirtless bros sped through the cemetery, to do what, none of us know. i'd like to think it was to swim in a sea of each others dicks. later we spotted a stray wandering, cell phone in hand. he was wearing flip flops.
we talked in awful british accents.
my friend played guitar.
i came home and shooed the drunks off of my porch (again), then went inside to contemplate my life.
i drank fernet, and i felt good about my afternoon, and the amazingly good muffins i made.
tonight, i'll eat the greens i cooked last night, and drink some more fernet, because i'm an adult, and i can sip liquer iffin' i wants to.
i'll make some ricotta from scratch in the morning, and cook eggs and pancetta with them. i will not woe my messy apartment, instead, i will clean it. i'll shoo the drunks again, and fantasize about swinging a broom at them.
that's a better way to go.