May 9, 2007
Iím lazy. When I need a snack I butter bread and slap some chili sauce on it. But not Ann. When Ann wants a snack, she zen-assimilates the entire contents of the fridge and she creates, like a biblical femme-Beelzebub from the best part of hell, the neighborhood with those spacious, Styx-view lofts and hipster demons with rectangular horns. Tonight she took two potatoes, scooped 'em out, cooked mushrooms and scallions in a little butter and milk, added S&P, mixed with the potato, refilled the skins and omg a snack to die and go to hell for.