end of may knife
please someone tell me why I didn't do this a hell of a long time ago
why
why, seriously
it's like the whole world of food just reopened to me. Oh my god; I could sing.
happy early birthday to myself; hot diggity.
(I hate hate hate hate hate the knives here. They are tiny and insufficient and above all, dull as all get out. Cutting cauliflower or broccoli or carrots should not be so hard. I'm frequently on edge here anyway; why do I make it harder on myself at least five times a week just because this family does not own a single decent knife despite being French? And so today I went to get food, but things were closed, so I went to seek out the IKEA that I know is somewhere around here, and oh hot jesus if I knew that 10€ would have made me so happy...)
(yeah, I do still exist)
edit, two days later: 15. 15€. Thanks, receipt. 1) whatever; if I knew it were (was? crud!) fifteen instead of ten I may well have gotten the crappy one instead, and 2) dude either it was unclearly or incorrectly marked. Those Swedish bastards. Whose knife, however, is bringing me untold pleasures (point of fact: it's in a town called Plaisir, making the name of the store IKEA PLAISIR).
why
why, seriously
it's like the whole world of food just reopened to me. Oh my god; I could sing.
happy early birthday to myself; hot diggity.
(I hate hate hate hate hate the knives here. They are tiny and insufficient and above all, dull as all get out. Cutting cauliflower or broccoli or carrots should not be so hard. I'm frequently on edge here anyway; why do I make it harder on myself at least five times a week just because this family does not own a single decent knife despite being French? And so today I went to get food, but things were closed, so I went to seek out the IKEA that I know is somewhere around here, and oh hot jesus if I knew that 10€ would have made me so happy...)
(yeah, I do still exist)
edit, two days later: 15. 15€. Thanks, receipt. 1) whatever; if I knew it were (was? crud!) fifteen instead of ten I may well have gotten the crappy one instead, and 2) dude either it was unclearly or incorrectly marked. Those Swedish bastards. Whose knife, however, is bringing me untold pleasures (point of fact: it's in a town called Plaisir, making the name of the store IKEA PLAISIR).