if I could afford to go to travel all over the world and eat pasta for as long as I wanted to, I wouldn't be fucking depressed in the first place.
This is pretty much my reaction to every single 'I found myself in Tuscany/South of France/Somewhere else handily packed with quirky people and good food' story.
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Date: 2008-09-02 05:31 am (UTC)This is pretty much my reaction to every single 'I found myself in Tuscany/South of France/Somewhere else handily packed with quirky people and good food' story.