Don't trust me in the kitchen.

I didn't know I could fumble this badly but to be fair, I'm pretty green at this stuff. First, I tried making some mango juice because I was like... deadass craving for something sweet but I didn't have the energy to chew on anything. I still had some leftover cut-up mangos sitting in my tupperware so I just recklessly dumped them all in the blender. Watched a tutorial and it told me to put about 4 cups of water, which I did okay. This part's okay. Easy. Then the video told me to add a few tablespoons of sugar, and I'm like... okay, simple enough... as I search through the cabinet for sugar. Now this. Was a fatal mistake. I picked up what I thought was sugar and dropped about 5 tablespoons before blending that shit. 

And of course it tasted like shit, because while it still did taste like mango juice, the consistency perfect to my liking, there was a... weird aftertaste to it. It wasn't bitter or salty so it couldn't be salt. But then again, I thought my mind's playing tricks on me like a placebo (because I really wanted it to be sugar...) so I accepted the failure and drank the "salted" mango juice anyway.

It was fucking MSG. I put my glasses on and looked at the little crystals and it was fucking MSG.

Okay, okay, I tried to redeem myself. I wanted to cook some nuggets as a desert because clearly the mango juice didn't work out, but honestly might aswell make this the main dish. So I went to turn the gas which took excruciatingly long because it didn't turn on immediately, though I heared the humming noise and I thought the house would fucking set itself on fire and explode if I kept forcing it. But eventually, the gas was lit and yeahhhhh I let the three nugget sticks sit out on the pan.

Then I got distracted. I don't know what the hell I was thinking but I thought playing music would be a good idea (I don't deal very well with silence) so I ended up having a little karaoke for myself to Def Leppard. I heared a small crackle and I was like, huh, that's weird. That's... oh, shit! 

I returned to the pan to find three of them like... halfway black. One was literally unsalvageable. It was embarassing. I thought I could redeem myself from the juice incident and well, somehow things gotten worse. But like I do, I ate it anyways despite how... ashy it tasted. The crunch was the only good thing that came out of it I guess. 

All my appetite and cravings are gone now. I can hear a kid singing Let it Go outside my house and I kind of want to bury myself in a hole right now. Moral of the story, just don't be fucking stupid...