Today I've been listening to Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Cole Porter's So In Love because that's how I spend my days now that I'm living alone and no longer feel pressure to maintain an appearance of moderately hip music pass-times.
ANYWAY another thing I do a lot of is make Mr. Noodles instant noodle soups. The way that Cole Porter imagined someone feeling while singing So In Love to another human person is the way that I feel towards Mr. Noodles, so naturally I was enjoying these two things simultaneously. So there I was listening to Ella killin' it on them pipes, and ripping open a crisp "beef" flavoured instant noodle when IT HAPPENED.
I ripped open the package, only to not find the seasoning package inside. It was just the noodles sans fake beef dust. How am I supposed to get that genuine fake beef flavour? Meanwhile Ella is crooning this heart-wrentching tale in the background and its all I can do not to break down right there in the kitchen as she sings the lines, "so taunt me and hurt me, deceive me, desert me, I'm yours till I die!"
Never was a song more relatable.
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