I tried cooking an Asian dessert. It tasted like sweetened scrambled eggs.
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Went to a corrida in southern France. Apparently it went particularly bad. It was horrific to watch (for the bull).
Ate aspic.
30 minutes ago I tried some Goody's for my headache. It tastes like death and didn't even help the headache.
Huh, weird. That's my go to. It doesn't taste that bad to me, but I've tasted some pretty horrible things.
Weed and alcohol. I don't want to go on that ride again.
Massage, wow it was literally torture, and it was authentic so it's not like I got a bad one. I just always heard how relaxing and awesome it is, but I always thought it sounds horrible. Against my better judgment I tried it, 45 MINUTES OF IT!! And my stupid ass polite self decided that I will suffer through it because it would be insulting to ask to stop. Literally I had to go to my "happy place" because of how terrible it felt. To this day, thinking about it makes my skin crawl and my brain short-circuit.