Six: At what point does, or should one realize that the life expectancy of anti-idiocy is shorter then a box of broken pasta? Or maybe by the time you can taste reality there’s nothing left but the option for sweet or sour sauce, cause the water is already boiling.
Seven: Who’s fault is it really that you neglected to notice the box was dented before you bought it?
Eight: I think it becomes less about neglect and more about the choice to be led distracted by a brilliant lyric found beneath a tasteful looking image on the cardboards side.
What about backing up just a hot second… What about breaking the noodles completely and pretending they’re rice? Even though it wont feel exactly right, at the least they'll be easier forgotten when that one awfully amazing, large and in charge, hot and delicious plate of real Chinese cuisine finds you on a particularly empty stomached night.
I’m not hungry. I’m hurt.
Signed,
A
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