Love of food, food of love.

The woman downstairs has apparently made up with her significant other. I saw them walking hand in hand down the side walk and she gave him a shy little smile.

It only renewed my wish for spaghetti.

Man, these things get shorter and more pointless by the day--story of my life. :)

I am expecting uncommon guests (well, they're not uncommon per say, it is just uncommon for them to visit) and that always makes me more than a little edgy. I really need to get over this people-in-my-house thing.

Really.

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Love of food, food of love.

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