a perfect evening

i opened the packet of noodles with a squeal as they escaped across the bench. bits of crushed noodle bits skittered into the crack between bench and oven, never to be seen again.

perhaps, hidden from view, they got together for noodle bit parties, met up with other noddle bits and had noodle bit orgies before having noodle bit children.

i wouldn’t know. i wasn’t stupid enough to rummage around in that dark space between worlds.

i shoved a couple of bits of broccoli into the mix, and waited for the noodles to boil. added the spicy goodness, and grabbed a for in preparation of the big slurping.

with some zatoichi goodness on dvd, i was prepared for another brilliant night of couchy goodness.

that’s me.

some noodles and a good japanese movie. there you go. paradise.

what else could a man wish for?

i sat on the couch, pushed my feet up on the coffee table and smiled.

bliss.

contentment.

real wild things.

i spilt some soup and it burned my skin, leaving a messy stain on my
shirt.

oh, well. who cares?

it’s just a shirt.

Tags: noodles, zatoichi