too much.

fayes parents grow bananas. a lot of them it seems. i went to visit them on sunday, for hang over feasting (my family refused to cook for me in my pathetic state) and in the proceeds of the day, adopted a large bunch as afore mentioned bananas. my dad and i have been attempting, with serious dedication, to get through the largest bunch of the fruit i think i have seen in my short, pathetic life. however due to the fruit out numbering us on a serious level, we are failing miserably at our task. one of my pet hates is throwing away frot food- it just seems like such a waste, such a pathetic rich luxary to have so much food, that you fail to eat it all in time before the gross bacteria sets in. i swear i should have been born during one of the wars; i would have been the most perfect 1940s housewife. due to this i hate, i couldnt face simply throwing the bananas away if they got frot, and they were getting there, so decided to make banana bread this evening instead. usually im not terribly good at baking; cooking is great cause you can adlib and add what the fuck you feel like and generally, fingers crossed and if the ingredients make sense, then things turn out okay. baking, on the other hand, is this precise science in comparison, which has to be perfectly measured and looked after and so on, otherwise you get flat, tasteless shit. hence i dont love it so much. but today, someone was smiling on me, as my banana bread was awesome, although it is pretty hard to mess up that recipe really. goddamn it tasted good. i fear im becoming some domestic kitchen bint- help.

oh joy another day of work awaits me. im getting tired of this lifestyle. still dont know if bank cheque has been cleared. if you dont hear from me for a few days, you know ive had some payday L-O-V-I-N.

and now that ive eaten more than my own body weight in said banana bread, and am on the verge of exploding, im going to bed.