Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh
No more rotten celery.

Please-
I'm of the whole mindset "waste not want not"
But man- I should have turfed that nastiness.

Instead I thought I could salvage all the old leftovers in the fridge.
NOT A GOOD IDEA.

So much grossness in one pot of noodles, but I won't get into details.

I had to like rabidly run to the fridge for chocolate chips just to stifle my tastebuds' screams.

I will not be a cook when I grow up.

I swear, someone could write a beat poem about that.

"Oh noodles
profoundly in the sauce
I debate to waste you
but it would be such a loss.

I should be happy with how you taste
there's children somewhere dying
wishing, such noodles, they could face

But as I eat I'm crying.
I'll admit- at least you're not a rat
gutted- pitted- and skewered...

But fuck- man- give me a break, I'm a teenage girl= not Martha Stewart."

Ta da.

So profound, right?