Ms. Ironic is out of town this weekend, so I get the house to myself. That means I get away with all the shit she doesn’t let me do otherwise: turning off the radiator in the living room and shutting the door so we don’t pay to heat that room, keeping the thermostat low enough that I need a hat at all times, making tea that smells like smoked tires, and cooking smelly fish-based foods. To start, I made miso soup that begins with bonito broth. Later, there will be chicken wings and copious flatulence.
Par-tay!
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