You are not what’s for dinner. Not today, nor tommorow. You were the first I dropped and the last I picked back up when I went vejjo last time.
You were only good when you were covered in sauce to cover up the flavor. At your worst.
Shyquirk has written 2 entries about this goal
I miss not eating meat. It’s not fun anymore to me. I stopped because I wanted some salmon. Two years later, meat still tastes like what it is—dead flesh; which isn’t to tasty to me anymore. Except Tuna, Salmon, and Halibut.
