deep in the belly of a whale i found...
I'm breaking up with the boyfriend for this pie. It's sweeter, warmer, and makes me feel better about myself than he does. He only gets one superlative over the pie; guess it and win a slice. (Crustier, redder, denser, imaginarier...)
Last night i received a strange "compliment". I left shortly thereafter:
Matt: That's a nice shirt.
Me: Thanks.
Simon: That is a nice shirt.
Me: Thanks.
Matt: It's brown. It matches your skin.
Me: Uh?
I had my arms crossed, so at this point Matt took my arm to see if the skin tone of my hand actually did match the shirt.