onlysweetpea
Bluelighter
I made Best O' Craigslist again, kids! I'm gonna treat myself to some din at Red Grill tomorrow night. Remeber kids:
There's no I in team, but there's MEAT.
mmmmm...see, i don't know anyone who doesn't like Homer Simpson. I am the female incarnate of Homer Simpson...a tad more jaded, a little less innocent, would chop my right foot off for a steak...on the right day, for a beer. It's a wonder I don't have as many fans. For shame.
Gym was in full effect yesterday as well. I dragged myself in kicking and screaming. It was ultimately the right decision to go. Go me. So, what do I do but go home and scrounge the empty cupboards for food. I have to my name:
Falafel mix- 1 box
Pancake Mix- 1/2 box, from Fulton St. days
Uncooked Shrimp Chips, 1 box
Lowfat Peanut Butter, 1/2 Jar
Corn, 1 Can
and for no apparent reason, I swear to god they're not mine, but ended up in my possession:
tuna, 1 can
salsa, 1 jar
And anyone who knows me knows my fear of wet condiments and canned fish.
I made myself some pancakes and nearly choked on one. I'm convinced I've forgotten how to eat. The wrong tube syndrome, AGAIN. There is no pain quite like having a piece of pancake caught at the crossroads, deciding:
hmmmm, trachea? or esophagus? trachea? or esophagus? decisions, decisions, decisions.
sma found all of this hilarious. he called on his walk home from a date. i had a date with a frying pan, Aunt Jemima and certain death.
one more day. i feel like i'm in AA. counting the days till fridays and especially fridays when i get paid.
i saw the cat fall this morning and land with a thud on the kitchen floor. cats do not always land on their feet. Kalohe jumped from the counter to the table and missed the table somehow. I saw the fear in her eyes as her front paws slipped off the edge of the table. She's a lil bottom heavy and couldn't save herself. It's time to strap a water bottle on her and take her to Crunch with me. Throw her on a treadmill and let her go wild.
I picked her up and checked for any broken cat parts. She was okay. I looked at her and sympathized.
"I know. We're tubby, but we will survive. Someone will love us. Someone."
There's no I in team, but there's MEAT.
mmmmm...see, i don't know anyone who doesn't like Homer Simpson. I am the female incarnate of Homer Simpson...a tad more jaded, a little less innocent, would chop my right foot off for a steak...on the right day, for a beer. It's a wonder I don't have as many fans. For shame.
Gym was in full effect yesterday as well. I dragged myself in kicking and screaming. It was ultimately the right decision to go. Go me. So, what do I do but go home and scrounge the empty cupboards for food. I have to my name:
Falafel mix- 1 box
Pancake Mix- 1/2 box, from Fulton St. days
Uncooked Shrimp Chips, 1 box
Lowfat Peanut Butter, 1/2 Jar
Corn, 1 Can
and for no apparent reason, I swear to god they're not mine, but ended up in my possession:
tuna, 1 can
salsa, 1 jar
And anyone who knows me knows my fear of wet condiments and canned fish.
I made myself some pancakes and nearly choked on one. I'm convinced I've forgotten how to eat. The wrong tube syndrome, AGAIN. There is no pain quite like having a piece of pancake caught at the crossroads, deciding:
hmmmm, trachea? or esophagus? trachea? or esophagus? decisions, decisions, decisions.
sma found all of this hilarious. he called on his walk home from a date. i had a date with a frying pan, Aunt Jemima and certain death.
one more day. i feel like i'm in AA. counting the days till fridays and especially fridays when i get paid.
i saw the cat fall this morning and land with a thud on the kitchen floor. cats do not always land on their feet. Kalohe jumped from the counter to the table and missed the table somehow. I saw the fear in her eyes as her front paws slipped off the edge of the table. She's a lil bottom heavy and couldn't save herself. It's time to strap a water bottle on her and take her to Crunch with me. Throw her on a treadmill and let her go wild.
I picked her up and checked for any broken cat parts. She was okay. I looked at her and sympathized.
"I know. We're tubby, but we will survive. Someone will love us. Someone."
thanks for being the motor!
