yesterday fil ate a hamburger in front of me and i had chicken florentine soup more like BOREntine. i made a massive amount of guacamole there are a lot of leftovers i think i will add chicken to it today and make it into wraps or just eat it with our hands cos we are slobs. everytime a rotisserie chicken comes into the condo we put it on the stove hovering above it devouring it with our bare hands in silence and only after three or four minutes we realise how disgusting we are, laugh, and eat some more and that’s dinner cos we are too full to do or make anything else. oh man i love that chicken. fil said he ate one on his lunchbreak by himself once. hot. i would write a missed connections about that YOU WERE WEARING A NICE SUIT PURPLE TIE AND EATING THE CARCASS OF A SPIT ROASTED CHICKEN TO YOUR FACE ALONE ON A BENCH AT LOBLAWS YESTERDAY AFTERNOON AND YOU WERE HUMMING TO YOURSELF WITH A CRAZY LOOK IN YOUR EYE I JUST WANTED TO SAY HI ARE YOU SINGLE?

oh also fil sneaks all the skin into his mouth before he comes through the door cos i told him to skin is too much of a temptation and i have close to zero willpower and even though i told him to not bring any skin home i get SUPER fucking mad when he listens. he eats it in the belowground parking lot. there is always a tiny bit leftover and i ok i will stop talking about rotisserie chicken now.