Breakfast is by far my favourite meal of the day but I usually only have the same granola cereal each day as I rush to get myself ready in time to catch my train. So now staying with someone who leaves for a work at 7:45am, and only half an hour away from my office, gives me a great excuse to have a regular breakfast out. To me, this is one of finer things in life.
I may of obtained slightly more sophistication and etiquette as I’ve grown up, but I’m still yet to discover how to graciously eat an unpitted olive.
I’m not hungover per se, I just have that burning desire to eat everything in sight which comes after a night out. So seeing as I’m currently trying stick to a strict fitness regime, a kids birthday party is not the best place to be heading to right now.
Whenever I sit down for a curry, I have to change into an old t shirt that I don’t mind staining.
As nice as it is living back home and being lavished in homemade meals and a fully stocked pantry everyday, it has lead to my body now having as much definition as a Sega Game Gear.
Chipotle. Late night Chipotle sessions.
Today I bought a Kinder Egg which I went on to drop as I opened it. It’s safe to say that today has been the worst day of my life.
I night of whisky and pancakes. I feel this should be a weekly thing.