Locked in a battle with my spaghetti at dinner, I reflected on my hate of noodles and noodlesque things. They're way too vermatiform for my liking. Actually, I think I'd rather eat worms.
This might be a problem when I get to Italy. (Perhaps I'll do some worm-related research before I get there.)
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4 comments:
You are so odd. One of the main reasons you supplied when harangued by the masses about why you wanted to study in Rome was "the Food." Maybe you should work on your ishes, before the Mafia does.
That may or may not have been a threat.
Yes, well, as I remember, my answer was long and not internally consistent.
(Did I say food? Weeeeeird.)
You could just have pizza. Twice a day. For three months.
this is stacy, btw.
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