Ah, spaghetti...
A taste of Italia in every bite. I undercooked it, however, so not only is it a taste of Italia, but it is al dente. *nods* Oh I love Italian words. I wish I could speak Italian. I probably can, now that I know Latin. If I could go anywhere in the world, it would be there. Despite the constant street brawls and feuds. Really, it isn't just Romeo and Juliet, the REAL Italia is filled with that kind of stuff.
I had a dream last night. It was very strange. I was walking in the Garden with Rachel (who's never been in the Garden before, despite the fact that all humanity dwells within it) when she asked me "Let's go outside." Of course, at first I didn't get what she meant by "Go outside", because, well, we WERE Outside. But she didn't mean outside into the Garden, she meant outside the Garden itself.
The rest I'll keep to myself unless asked.
I got to see Ben Arnold yesterday before he left and made Rachel disappointed. That was fun.
Back to my Spaghetti.
I had a dream last night. It was very strange. I was walking in the Garden with Rachel (who's never been in the Garden before, despite the fact that all humanity dwells within it) when she asked me "Let's go outside." Of course, at first I didn't get what she meant by "Go outside", because, well, we WERE Outside. But she didn't mean outside into the Garden, she meant outside the Garden itself.
The rest I'll keep to myself unless asked.
I got to see Ben Arnold yesterday before he left and made Rachel disappointed. That was fun.
Back to my Spaghetti.