sandwich

i was pondering upon the meaning of life and such today while having (still having) a pyjama day and opened fridge door with anticipation of mixing and matching different food items into grotesquely juicy sandwich (that's how i slide my closet door in morning) but yeah. not happening. lone egg, and nutella. nothing else in that vast country.
it was an existential moment i tell you. neither of them centered, they were on different shelves, each a little off. great hungry photographic opportunity. before we go any further, no. i did not have a boiled egg with dribbles of nutella slithered across it. i closed fridge door and stopped pondering abt life because my hunger was becoming a more pressing issue. life is too complicated anyway, especially when all you have is nutella and an egg.
so i thought i'd blog mindless bloggable non-sense to distract my stomach but it ain't working
this is egg-scruciatingly egg-scrutiating so don't have any egg-spectations today
in case u're wondering what's so bad abt having nutella in fridge, well it's like eve and the apple. i'm on a try-to-resist-the-nutella-in-the-fridge campaign but when all you have for alternative is an egg. well then. poor eve, and they had the balls to blame her too! pfff.