it is 2am and i am eating cold leftovers over the sink in a silk robe. no one is here to tell me this is improper. no one is here at all. this is what freedom tastes like — and it tastes vaguely like last night's risotto.
it is 2am and i am eating cold leftovers over the sink in a silk robe. no one is here to tell me this is improper. no one is here at all. this is what freedom tastes like — and it tastes vaguely like last night's risotto.