sundays suck
okay, I don't normally do this but today I will
The last few weeks have been very odd. confusing.
But they are done. I think everything is in order.
Or so I thought. So things are still confusing.
Whats new?
But I'm not here to talk about how thick my skull is.
Todays all about my kvetching.
So today I'm feeling pretty damn good. Still can't eat bread cuz of fucking passover but besides that, I'm dandy.
I decide to make a fruitshake. what else am I supposed to eat? No cereal, no toast.
So my sister want one too. As does my mother,
I oblige them both and make one very fine fruitshake.
Blueberries, strawberries, banana, yogurt and flakseed (too much info?)
anywho, I make the shake. I go upstairs. I go downstairs.
I grab my shake, stir it with my finger (right index finger, good for many things)
My mother says my uncle is on the phone for me.
Talk to my uncle. Turn around.
My mother is drinking my fucking shake.
Not only is she drinking my shake but she has added lots of Soy Milk, so even if
I took it back, I wouldn't enjoy it.
It seems someone drank her shake.
And it all goes back to shite.
Maybe she'll make me espresso to compensate.
What it all comes down to is two things
1 - Big families lead to lots of confusion
2 - Passover sucks. I mean, NO BREAD! think about that! it really, really hurts.
The last few weeks have been very odd. confusing.
But they are done. I think everything is in order.
Or so I thought. So things are still confusing.
Whats new?
But I'm not here to talk about how thick my skull is.
Todays all about my kvetching.
So today I'm feeling pretty damn good. Still can't eat bread cuz of fucking passover but besides that, I'm dandy.
I decide to make a fruitshake. what else am I supposed to eat? No cereal, no toast.
So my sister want one too. As does my mother,
I oblige them both and make one very fine fruitshake.
Blueberries, strawberries, banana, yogurt and flakseed (too much info?)
anywho, I make the shake. I go upstairs. I go downstairs.
I grab my shake, stir it with my finger (right index finger, good for many things)
My mother says my uncle is on the phone for me.
Talk to my uncle. Turn around.
My mother is drinking my fucking shake.
Not only is she drinking my shake but she has added lots of Soy Milk, so even if
I took it back, I wouldn't enjoy it.
It seems someone drank her shake.
And it all goes back to shite.
Maybe she'll make me espresso to compensate.
What it all comes down to is two things
1 - Big families lead to lots of confusion
2 - Passover sucks. I mean, NO BREAD! think about that! it really, really hurts.