It's not art, and it's not furry (thank goodness, because I ate it afterwards). Really it has nothing to do with the price of eggs, but in my usual lazy and nutrition-ignorant style I made myself a baked spaghetti sandwich for dinner and a rather strange thing happened.

I tried (as usual) to eat it before it was cool and burnt my mouth, dropping three bits of spaghetti. Forget number 3, because it might as well not even be there, but looky-looky at 1 and 2! Am I going mad? Searching for meaning in processed food? Or does that look like a cute little love heart?? I swear I didn't manufacture this scene in any way - it was totally random. Very apt considering all the time I've been spending on Valentine's art lately. -_-'

And now you know - I am a pathetic weirdo. Peace out!