You know how when bread gets toasted to a golden-brown and then is left for half a day, so the underside is softish and the rest is crisp? You know how when you spread butter on that cold toast it gets stuck in the little crispy crevices? You know how when you bite into it, crumbs spill all over your shirt?
That's how I like my toast.
I hope Bialy and Rosanne are having fun at their camp (because I miss chatting with them). I hope Jak will do well on her test. I hope I can design my own Converse soon.
I hope all of you have plenty of tea, skads of toast and heaven in your future lives.