As a reward for my string of twelve hour days of late I have assumed the ritual of a lovely warm croissant and steaming long black each morning. This morning though my croissant was disappointing. Disgruntled and slightly panicked I decided the best thing was to not eat said croissant and start all over a thousand pound bend where the croissants are fresh and flaking. Then I realised that that is a waste and disrespectful and Im but a spoilt twat. So I ate the croissant, wearing a sour expression upon my face and whilst thinking distasteful thoughts about the person who served it to me, who was only doing his job. Then I thought maybe I could still have my thousand pound bend croissant today as well. Then I realised that in terms of cholesterol a croissant is as big a mess as Chernobyl and Its not like Im getting up in the morning and doing sit ups. So after transferring the hate from that innocent waiter to myself I realised Id taken the last sip of my coffee and completely neglected to register the entire time what that tasted like. Yet not entirely defeated I have concretely decided to explore Melbs and find the greatest croissant of all time, even if it takes the rest of my life. If you know where it is or would like to join me, hit me up. Im obviously a well balanced individual.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 21:57:19 +0000
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