Refreshed
So it's been eleven months since my last significant entry. Well, aside from the Sosa trade. That was pretty notable. Moving on...
...the new job is going pretty well. I came into it extremely nervous and slightly overdressed, but I'm already starting to settle in. I'm actually training for a position better suited for me than what I applied for, which is awesome. My mind will hopefully be at ease when I get my evaluation next month, that being when I will find out my salary. From what I hear, the company is doing really well right now, so that is promising. Also at that time, Sarah, Andrew and I will be looking for an apartment, hopefully in Logan Square. I'm finally moving out, and I'm ecstatic.
Unrelated, but also worth noting - Anna and I just celebrated our three year anniversary.
Hi Matt.
And finally, what inspired writing this entry in the first place:
Reese's Pieces Peanuts & Peanut Butter With Nuts!
Submitted by Eric Black
Why, Reese's Pieces Peanuts & Peanut Butter With Nuts!, why am I ignoring my instincts and jumping into a relationship with you?
You're not really interested in me; you just want to see if you can get me to buy you. See where you say "Limited Edition" in your upper left corner? You're just playing on my fear of scarcity. There's really nothing limited about you at all, but here I am, falling for your cheap candy-aisle come-on, because I'm suddenly terrified the rest of my life will seem like a long, grim march toward death if I can never have peanuts and peanut butter together in a crunchy candy shell.
As in all doomed relationships, you're even telling me up front to keep away. "With nuts!" you say, in a bright blue explosion right there on your wrapper. You know, all my ex-girlfriends told me on the first date they were crazy, but I convinced myself it would somehow work out. Maybe this time I'll heed the warning.
You also tell me you contain partially defatted peanuts and partially hydrogenated vegetable oil. Is your love partial too, then? If you've got one foot out the door, I don't know how this will work.
But here I am, opening your wrapper. I smell a faint perfume of vanilla and corn syrup, and for a moment I think maybe this will be satisfying. Maybe you really are what I need. I eat one. Then a second, and a third.
I'm sorry, but I can't do this. You taste awful, like what I should have known a partially defatted peanut would taste like. Your resinous glaze is leaving a waxy coat on my tongue. And you're burning my throat. I'm throwing you out.
Oh, but I'm not. No, I'm having more of you, and by the handful now. Yes, there's a fleeting moment of pleasure in each bite, and I want to drink as much of it in as I can before your acrid taste overwhelms me. That's right, I want to enjoy you before you ruin the experience. And now I'm finishing with you.
Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it.
taken from www.mcsweeneys.net/links/newfood