God I love cheese. I love cheese about as much as I love cake - it’s one of those things that had I know self control I’d have an arse the size of Jupiter. Except I don’t put weight on my arse, so probably a belly the size of Jupiter, my arse would be the size of Uranus ;)
Here’s the stuff I’m going nuts for at the moment, excuse the shitty photo - even Hitler had days off sometimes where he put on his best mankini and sipped cocktails by the pool. (I can’t be bothered getting my camera out, taking a nice picture, loading it up, resizing it etc.) But this stuff is a slab of three different cheddar cheeses - roasted onion and chive, vintage and smoked. And it is pure heaven. It is so fucking tasty I sit there with my eyes closed eating it. It is nearly as good as sex. I said nearly, no one panic!
I also painted my nails with some dark grey/silver polish Mum had bought. I think it looks cool.
I’m trying to decide if I should wait for Dad to come home (he went to Perth for 2 days on business). He’s apparently coming home late/early morning and it’s nearly midnight now.
