Welcome. And toast.

So hey there, Universe. It's meeeeeeeeeee, Tucker. No, that's not my real name. Not being a legal adult, I don't feel like sharing that right now. Maybe some day. Who can tell? Muahahaha.

But this is me:

And I'm waving. Hi!!!

I'm not really lop-sided and shapeless, I just haven't got the hang of drawing well on a computer yet. But it's not too bad... right?

Anyway, I'm a fail at introductions, so instead, I'm going to talk about toast. I just had a slice of Marmite on toast. You know you're supposed to either love or hate Marmite? Well, some days I really like it, some days it's alright, some days I don't really like it. But mostly I quite like it.

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Sorry, Mum suddenly realised it was getting late and I was still sitting in my day clothes typing away and I'd been ill and why wasn't I going to bed?

I'm pretty sure that sentence wasn't grammatically correct.

Anyway, I was telling you about my toast. Now I can cook quite a lot of things, and yet for some reason I am still very wary of using a toaster. Yep, the simplest form of "cooking" in the world and it's the one I struggle with. So my toast got a bit black in the middle and I put it in upright instead of on its side so that about a third of it wasn't toasted at all.

It was a funny shape and had a hole in, too, but that wasn't my fault.

So then I had to scrape off the black-ish bits... and some of the darker brown bits too, because I like my toast underdone. And then I realised I'd scraped the bits onto my plate, because I'm an idiot like that, so I had to go wash the plate off and dry it so my toast wouldn't get damp.

And there ends my wonderful story of toast. I don't know what else to write, so bye for now!

I'm waving bye this time. Til the next post!