I’m on my way to work. I convinced myself not to eat donuts on the corner post. When I approach, its smell is…
I can’t believe it.
We walked in to the bar.
This is actually happening.
I offered the first round.
Wow, I’m nervous.
She found a table.
Food. It’s something most first-worlders take for granted. Until we kill it ourselves, which…
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not much of a foodie. I do enjoy a nice meal but for me the primary objective of eating is for sustenance, not enjoyment.
I actually dislike going for fine dining because I always leave hungry.