that was easily the worst ice cream i've ever had.

and to make things even more awkward i decided to save it for later. just like the terrible sex

'let's do this every day'

'lets save this vomit for later'

kamikaze.

the god damn thing is too huge for the freezer so it is dumped in one upside down swirl, vanilla, guilt and restraint, disappointment, self disappointment, and bits of chewing gum.
to not have ricotta, okay
but what fucking gelateria doesnt have cioccolatta??

biting bits of cheese in the fridge im reminded of earlier in the day when work ran over two hours and the feeling of being punished and sneaking bites of the babies food because i am so fucking hungry. remembering the line from paul bowles the night before... 'but the servants aren't that hungry, are they?'
their master inspects the dogs bowl before because otherwise they will eat it.



















even the prized buffalo cheese can't save the day. i poured out the water thinking i'd save a mess in the fridge and what i got in response was white leather, a little hard, bits of water inside. the dead body of my buffalo cheese.




















maybe i can eat it all in one sitting and then i won't shit for a week.