i do my dirt all by my lonely.

neighbors,
sandwich week continues to amaze me.
i mean it.
it's amazing that i'm still going strong,
even though i don't even a little bit feel like making food.
at all.
like,
especially if i'm feeling like a big fat lonely loser,
by myself,
on a friday night...
(and that really happened.)
then again,
why wouldn't i make myself a giant pretend-friend sandwich,
and then eat him?
oh.
well,
of course, i would.
and i DID.
check the pretend-friend-type teleport:

damn damn DAMN!
so many stacks,
so many flavors,
so much bread.
half of a loaf of crusty italian,
olive oil broiled,
and ready for fillin' up with all the goods.
and they were so good, too.
vegan roast, browned up and dealt out on deck;
and caramelized onions, sweet and white, in heavy rings;
garlic sauteed kale by the handful;
pan-fried seitan chunks, seasoned up and spiced all nicey-nice;
and red cabbagey radish carrot slaw for the big finish!
there might've been a splash of ho'sauce, too, kids.
duders!
a half loaf'wich is no flippin' joke.
and there was no punchline,
just gut-punches,
when i ate the whole thing in four minutes flat.
so much for savoring time with my friend.
he was delicious, though, so i guess it wasn't all bad.
that jammie-jammer weighed pounds.
plural.
and i disappeared it into my savage stormswept face like that's
what the F* i was born to do.
...because i WAS born to doo-doo that sharklike sh!t.
mmmmmmmm.
totally worth the hours alone afterwards.
awwwwww.
times get tough when you're a sandwich week wizard, friends.
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lunch?
beau showed up with a fancy focaccia sandwich for my mouth.
mmmhmmmm.
you get what you get, sometimes-
that's the way it works.
in this case,
there were zucchini strips and cukes an' that,
as well as hummus and avocado.
the thing of it is,
it doesn't matter what was inside of it,
because i got a sandwich delivered,
and that's expert.
teleport:

there was a pickle in a bag,
with a side of fruit salad and botulism strawberries and everything.
i love when duders are into it,
and getting involved with it,
and giving me sandwiches....
that's the way it's supposed to be.
you like it, too.
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breakfast!!!
check the top-o-the-mornin'-type teleport:

cinnamon english toast,
with cranberries and apple slices,
and crunchy peanut butter.
why?
because amber made it for my mouth.
and she made the sh!t outta it, at that.
crunching on breakfast is how i wanted to start my day.
i suppose wishes do come true sometimes,
if they're reasonable.
no?
yeah.
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today, though, guys-
the sun, the sky, the good feelings....
they are all present and accounted for,
and i'll be inside tattbombing and missing out.
at least there's still sandwiches, huh?
the bright spots are less vibrant than the sunshine,
unless you're indoors away from the windows;
never quiet, never soft.....