Day 7: Italian Survivor Pasta

Day 7: Italian Survivor Pasta

If you don’t count the chicken on the pizza –not actually italian pizza but American shit, according to Giacomo – we got delivered to Babylon, I have been a vegetarian for over a week. I adapted to the food. What used to be spicy isn’t so spicy anymore. I just keep a bottle of water next to me when I’m eating at the IIRM, just to be safe. Continue reading “Day 7: Italian Survivor Pasta”

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