Corriander tastes so lubberly
Today I decided to dedicate this post to 2 things, corriander and the number 51 bus in sheffield.
One I hate the other I adore...now if you even bothered to read any of this blog, you will know how much i detest public transport...it's like dragging a bollock on the floor...or dead leg for the ladies. The number 51 houses the dredge of society most days, this includes me, although I like to think one day I shall indeed move on up from bottom feeder to down and out bum. I had a really shitty week this week, and the bus just makes it more shitty. So after it been late for the forth time, and me getting home late at night, I decided that I indeed will defy the government this year, and buy the more pollutant vehicle I can afford. So a big truck it will be. Failing that i will be buying a clapped out car.
Now onto corriander...this stuff is amazing...it makes me feel happy, the smell the taste...i love it on everything...this includes strawberries...I eat it raw too. I tried it out with banana and honey...bloody weird but tasted so good....wonder why I'm loving it...and i have no sex life so don't even think it.
On a much more lighter note, I have no one to go out with because my friend just took another job...so this means I get to be more miserable and pour my heart out to you the lucky reader...
Berry fact 1002 I can play the saxaphone, but it makes me cry while i play
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