Filled pasta is one of my favourite things to eat: Have you ever cooked lettuce?
Food is very important; food is not important: make your mind up, for goodness’ sake, Richard. OK.
A few years ago my partner and I realised that we were done with simple carbohydrates: Pasta had failed us too often; I could never cook white rice to save my life; and spuds had just become background noise.
I do not know what everyone else does with their time if they’re not planning meals, shopping for food, cooking meals, or eating them. I wish I understood what banalities these people filled their lives with.
I get the impression that some people only indulge in their “normal” because everyone they have grown up around has done so, and so they take it as the sole option. That’s grotesque.
I find conversations really hard work. I am shy, I am awkward and I am not the most comprehensible person when I speak.
I have just bought sixteen litres of highly caffeinated “Energy Drink”. It will arrive the day after tomorrow. I got a really good deal for it, thankfully.