My life seems to be a bit of a cycle thus far. I’ll go about my usual livelihood dabbling, meet a gnarly as heck chick, start dating said gnarly as heck chick and then part ways with them sometime after. And everytime it ends, I always find myself back at a stove, cooking my feel-good food.
Ramem noodles! Or ‘lifenoodles’as I like to call them.
You’d never think that any dude would be happier to be behind a stove, stirring into a boiling pot with an overhead fan blasting their ears with low pitch white noise but here I am! Indulging in the preparation of my ’75 cent per packet’ respite!
My own noodly sanctuary!