That's the title of one of my favourite songs. The most lethal, the most essential thing is to hear your own voice. Also, keeping up with the idea of writing as catharsis, this one blog is dedicated all to myself. More Solipsism would be hard to find. And I like it like that. Oh, and this is a queer (and self-proclaimed 'ADULT') blog so go ahead, make your day... mine is done.
Ok. So first things first: I don't cook. Second, there IS a full-blown kitchen in the house and this is my makeshift pantry-storage-overflow-space put together with everything that was left from the moving and years of having redundant things due to moving from one place to another and living with someone.
I must confess that the 'I don't cook' statement may not be completely true. When I was in college, I lived with someone who was even clumsier in the kitchen than myself, so I had to teach myself the basics. I may be able to prepare some basic dishes with the help of some trusty cookbooks (they can be seen peeking from the bottom shelf) but I definitely stay away from baking or doing anything fancy or with too many ingredients. I was never too good at chemistry and physics, the basics of cooking.
Besides, after years of living with a vegetarian (who is an EXCELLENT cook), I can say I can live without meat. So in a pinch, I'm good with eating salads and soups and for that all I need is a refrigerator. I do require fresh veggies and fruits, though. They save me from ballooning to three hundred pounds because when I have one of my Netflix binge watching experiences things can get ugly. So baby carrots and bananas come handy.
Oh, this is the side of my mini-fridge. It's all very dorm room chic, I tell you, (I have the taste of a nineteen year old girl) and I've kept some of the magnets I've gotten when traveling. I don't buy them much anymore because as you can imagine the real state space to place them is very limited. Still, there's some. Those are mementos of places I've visited and people I know. I'm fucking sentimental, so sue me.
I've just realized that this space offers the same comfort that my 'media space' provides: it's homey. It's all about the comforts of home-within-a-home. I think I'm very independent and while I don't mind sharing things, I still like to have my own. Who knew? Bitch is selfish.
So that's the space. Yep. Those are some of those fairy lights you find in your garden variety dorm room. Have had them forever and you will have to take them from my cold, dead hands. So, who's cooking?
P.S. I have no idea if that video is gonna work, so good luck!