food flirt strikes back

The ranking stank in the sink

College students don't do dishes. They sort of keep everything clean in the beginning so no one hates them. But give it a few weeks; college students don't do dishes. They turn a blind nose to the rank stank that grows in the sink. I am not the perpetrator--I am a victim to the rank stank.
College students are also afraid of plungers. No, they are embarrassed of plungers. Basically, my toilet is going to spread HepB. I have my pride to protect; I will not fix their problems even though it is more and more my problem because with my luck, I'll end up with the HepB.
I still don't have a job and I keep looking into the organ black market. Everyone needs a kidney, right? I mean, plasma's not that different and you get paid for it (You could make 240$ a month off plasma).
The last time I made bread, I put too much yeast in it. I thought it was the most amazing thing I ever made; turns out I was blinded by love. My love of my little bread that I created covered my taste buds with deceit because it was actually rather awful.
I made bread yesterday, however. It was amazing. Ask the boys I gave it to. Food flirt strikes back.


My first shot at bread.



take two