7.24.2003
 
Aw crap. I smell like ashes at the moment. No subtle, rose-scented smokey-ness for me.

The basil and lime sorbet is steadily thickening in the freezer.

I've been literally beating the urge to eat something out of myself for the past hour. Don't need to go eat something just because you had to taste the effing recipe, fucker. Nononono. Not at all.

Man, where's a Tyler when you need one? Now who'll be my gourmet whore?

Things have become increasingly odd. Not much else to say about that before I sound completely batty.

I think now's a good time to shut up.

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