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LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: AND SO IT ENDS

After a month wherein I basically gave up flavour for lent I was reminded repeatedly of the time I lost my sense of taste. That ended with a strawberry so I figured it would be fitting to grab a bunch of strawberries. I would show you the video I recorded of eating a strawberry and trying to narrate all of this but it is wildly inappropriate in a when Harry met Sally sort of way so it’s not getting posted.

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY TWENTY ONE

Like a badly directed and ill conceived horror movie my seemingly endless suffering at the hands of a merciless and uncaring god continues. I remember the before time, when food was chewed, when words like flavour had meaning. Sadly those times are but a sad and distant memory.

LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY 19 It’s 4/20

After watching a lot of iZombie and strangely empathising with the brain obsessed zombie characters I have been forced to admit that the cravings for food have become ever so slightly more than a constant dull irritation. I can only imagine how hate filled future convicts will be surviving on a similar diet of tasteless goo.