Feed Me

Food. It’s what’s for dinner. Sadly, sometimes I fuck it up. Last night, I went to cook one of my Grannie’s dishes, and I did okay, I think. Until I started the potatoes. As you can see above, it didn’t go so well. My chemistry Kung-Fu just didn’t cut it. The potatoes were dead, Jim.

Image: Rory Bristol

Waiting for a Message

There is nothing so nerve-wracking to me as waiting for someone to contact me. I spend a few minutes waiting for an email, and I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours. I start to panic. Why haven’t I heard from them? Did I offend them? Did I say something stupid? What the shit did