when i was a little girl and my mom would cook spaghetti, she would hand me a raw noodle when i came in the kitchen to "help."
recently, i've really been enjoying eating a raw noodle here and there as i wait for my oh-so-slow computer to upload something for my etsy page or while i'm waiting for something to finish cooking in the oven.
this evening i think i crossed the line. i'll let you be the judge of me. think an open box of noodles, the december issue of vogue, a cup of hot tea, and a pink floyd soundtrack.
what have i become?
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