this morning #1321.

this morning, most of the toast was burnt. goddamn. he wasn’t kidding about his stunted cooking skills. at least he gave me some advanced warning. i’m afraid to try the eggs. i mean, they seem to be sufficiently scrambled but they’re definitely shinier than i’m used to. i took a good look at the breakfast spread. i think that the plate over there has hash browns on it. maybe? hard to tell. yikes. this is one big culinary gamble. i braced myself. he returned with two cups of joe, a whimsical whistle on his lips. i took my first sip & instantly spit it right back into the mug. he flashed sad sack eyes at me & shrugged. dear god. he fucked up COFFEE. this is way worse that i ever could’ve imagined.