Hi friends,
Nino asked me if I “still had that bit about boiling dish [sponges],” and it appears to be from the first newsletter I ever sent, way the fuck back in 2013. I’ve been doing this for almost ten years!
Happy AnnaGramiversary!
This was the newsletter. (The part I left out was that I burned the sponge because I was masturbating. #TheUnseenHazardsOfSelfCare.)
Yesterday, I almost burned my house down. With a dish sponge, of all things. The sad part is it wasn't the first time. I have a tendency to forget about dish sponges I’m boiling until all the water evaporates and a porous, black spongeshape has been branded into my pot and the smoke from the burning sets the alarm off and my house smells like shit placed in a shoebox and lit on fire for the rest of the day.
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