I feel like I have to write. Something. I'm not sure what about or to whom.
So I guess this will be another one long brain vomit.
Where in the world is the Lino Cayetano?
Guys, you need to take me to ze beach.
This feels like 8 years ago:
This, feels like 2 years ago:
Sublimating is so hard kids. Don't attempt to copy me.
Yes I am quite a chef and I have proven that the way to a man's heart is NOT through his stomach because if it indeed was, then 3 gazillion men should be at my feet by now. But noooo.
Anyway.
Now I leave you with a beauteous quote form the beauteous J. Casablancas:
"Let him go.
He gave up.
I gave up."
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