almond byproduct tart
If you hoard much. You know, unable to let go trunks of junks that's jamming your life, and aren't quite sure what the normal reaction is when you look down on a shampoo bottle where the shampoo is long gone (hi Jen) , or that your loved ones take great pleasure to be on a reality show as the world watches you being eaten away by your own shame. Yeah, hoarders. You keep everything. It's a disease and I'm your new BFF. Because I let go of possessions beautifully. I trash donate things with a clean swift cut-throat almost artful peeerfection (someone needs this cheetah-print denim more than I do). And I extend my virtue to touch those in need around me - may or may not be with consent - by trashing donating their shit for them, too. They're welcome. So naturally as a non-keeper I was hoping I could avoid this question. It emerged out of nowhere tickling my conscience after my very first batch of almond milk but I was too excited to respond to guilt. Then it came the second time (how coincidentally) after the second batch of almond milk as the phrase "world hunger" briefly wobbled across my