January 2010
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About my secret love of kitchen utensils.
Last night I went to my best friends house and got high. When I’m high, that filter in my head that says ‘No, you probably shouldn’t say that. It’s weird/lame/stupid.’ completely stops working. I’d spent most of that day in the kitchen with my mum, cooking and sorting out the cupboards, and I’d asked her to get a piping bag and some pastry cutters...
