babe I love you
Today was homemade bread day in the East Quad cafeteria. I actually ate lunch today because I was too hungry to go to Greek and pay attention (and I'm sick of people name-dropping Latin. It doesn't happen nearly as much as it used to last year though. And beggars can't be choosers.) so I came back here and ate some half-cooked foccacia. And when I said half-cooked, I mean I scraped all the dough off so I wouldn't die. But the other parts were good.
I like the fact that I don't write in this journal as much as I used to. I think it means either
a) I have gotten much lazier
b) My life has gotten much busier
c) I don't have things that important to talk about
d) all of the above
Ever since last night (despite three toothburshings) I can't stop tasting onions in my mouth. I ate a spinach salad which had evil purple onions hidden underneath the spinach leaves, and ever since then it's been onion madness. I bet I've looked sour all day because of it.
I think I'm in love with bread.
I like the fact that I don't write in this journal as much as I used to. I think it means either
a) I have gotten much lazier
b) My life has gotten much busier
c) I don't have things that important to talk about
d) all of the above
Ever since last night (despite three toothburshings) I can't stop tasting onions in my mouth. I ate a spinach salad which had evil purple onions hidden underneath the spinach leaves, and ever since then it's been onion madness. I bet I've looked sour all day because of it.
I think I'm in love with bread.