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I feel like I don't really have anything worth saying these days.
Life is all right. I'm working my way into being friends with my roommates. We're all getting used to each other. I ate dinner that they cooked tonight, and it was fun to watch them cook. And the food that they made was so fucking delicious, I cannot even begin to describe it. It was so simple, yet so gourmet. Stuffed chicken breasts, potatoes with apples and Gruyere? It was fucking magnificent.
Life is all right. I'm working my way into being friends with my roommates. We're all getting used to each other. I ate dinner that they cooked tonight, and it was fun to watch them cook. And the food that they made was so fucking delicious, I cannot even begin to describe it. It was so simple, yet so gourmet. Stuffed chicken breasts, potatoes with apples and Gruyere? It was fucking magnificent.