[I started writing this when I woke up]

Do you want anything from Czech Stop? Ima make a stop there omw back Sunday. I got like 18 pumpkin cream cheese kolaches and 6 pecan rolls omw down here and gave most to Gabrielle and Will. Man, Gabrielle is such an AMAZING cook! She made me tasty cookies to bring up with me :) but I ate them all lol

Also, 24 Diner is holy fuck so delicious. I have never had such amazing, amazing, amazing restaurant food where I was COMPLETELY floored in...I don't know. It's been years. Their chicken and waffles are superb. Like, dude omfg. Their friend from
Denton and neighbor Ethan is a cook there and omg we all have been watching cooking shows together omfg

Austin's helped bring my appetite back :) 

For life and love too! :D

Haha, for some reason when Gabrielle serves me a meal, whether she cooked it or if she ordered Chicago-style pizza, it's just so much more delicious and satisfying. 

Or. 

I learned how to ignore my hunger mechanism. Then maybe it died. But now it's woken up again. Maybe that's what's been wrong with me. I lost my hunger and the day-to-day was rote and sanitary. How can I make "art" if I wasn't hungry? Ho hum. 

Or maybe when she serves the meals, something switches -- maybe my senses pick up on some smell or it's all in the taste of that first bite -- to where I devour it, like I'm ravenously starving, and am always the first one to finish my plate.

Maybe it's cause she serves it with love. Maybe that's what I've been starving for.

I could blame it on Dallas or blame it on Austin, but geography doesn't change one's heart and the fact that that's where you call home. Food from Gabrielle is love, and her heart is where I call home.

It's not like everything is perfect here, with them, haha. She's told me about how her and Will have had all sorts of dominance battles over the past few years, but it's all just about compromising. It's funny cause I wouldn't even compromise within myself. All or nothing black and white. That's just cartoony. 

I miss cooking. It makes me happier in life. Will you join me on my cooking misadventures? It makes the experiments hilarious when shit blows up in your face when cooking with friends. It's depressing cooking for yourself. I guess that's why I'd lost my appetite in Dallas. 

Also, I think it'd be funny seeing your face splattered in batter. Then trying to lick it off. Then you grab me and smoosh the batter of my face. So then I'd try to tackle you to the ground.

So then after three rounds of batter wrestling and time run out on the clock, the referee declared me as the winner and Batter-weight Champion of the World and, after proudly donning my new Batter Belt, you rip it off in the shower (ala SubZero K.O. FINISH HIM! fatality move) and you reclaim your position (and *ahem* wipe the floor with me) in bed.

Oh, yeah, k -- so...want any kolaches or cookies or so? lol

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