I only ever burn my tongue on two things: Coffee and Spaghettios. This consistency exposes specific characteristics about my personality by relaying my impatience and my incessant fear of botulism. My tendency to deny the latter refutes my said impatience.
Do you follow? Say no, because the next is unrelated.
My mom is engaged, my dad has a tumor, my best friends are leaving, my friends are pretending and I am flirting with insanity on a daily basis. I need truth in my life and the former statements are laced with lies. I put honesty on a pedestal, nothing else. Not people, not material objects, not interests. I do not care who you are, what you own or what you do, but at least be true. Be a real person. Like what you like and never be ashamed of that because the second you are, you start lying to yourself.
I guess what I am trying to say is, I really like Spaghettios, especially and only the kind with the miniature meatballs.
So back the fuck off.
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