the nauseating taste of danger.
Was out for a family dinner yesterday. Everything was either very deep fried and/or very sweet and thus tasted of diabetes and death.
It was the nauseating taste of danger.
Speaking of which, I’m nearly vegetarian. I’ve gone full circle: I am back to when I was a young handsome vegetarian with piercings, except I’m no longer young and I have no piercings.
But I am handsome in a wabi sabi way which is how I prefer it. My nose is bent slightly sideways.
Speaking of which, I’m going to the doctor’s tomorrow to figure out why I can breathe through only one nostril.
I think I know why.