It's all happening so fast. Two point five weeks down. I just turned forty fucking seven. Yes I'm going to spell out every single goddamn number I use in this mother effing, yes I'm joking, I'm not really saying mother effing, paragraph.
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).