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I'd like to start by saying that this post is dedicated to Alana, who I've never actually met but was thoughtful enough to give me a bottle of tequila for my birthday. So cheers to you, Alana. Me gusta mucho. I don't speak spanish, so I'm not actually sure what I just typed.
Several, several years ago, when I was still naive enough to think that maybe I could teach myself to cook, I tried to make...tuna casserole, or something. I don't know. Or maybe it was Tuna Helper. Who can say. Anyway, I ended up setting the thing on fire, or at the very least, burning the crap out of it. It smelled like...bad. Bad burny fish. Mixed with rubber. And that's what my room smells like right now. Because I think one of my neighbors made the same mistakes as I. I'd be sympathetic to their unculinary ways, but I'm too busy trying not to vom.
I had a dream the other night that I was apartment hunting, and the landlord told me cats weren't allowed in the building. And in that moment, a giant cat walked by on its hind legs, waved at me and said "Hello!" So I said, "Well what about that cat? Why is that cat allowed?" And the landlord said, "Oh! That's Emily. She's half-human." Obviously. The night before, I had a dream I was watching TV and saw a commercial for a new reality show called "Who Wants to Date Their Brother/The Tan Contest", which was about, obviously, dating ones brother and being really tan. And I thought, "WOW! That show looks AWESOME!" Anyway, I guess the moral of this is that I should lay of the sleeping pills and hommus. Or that I need to get a life so I stop dreaming about reality shows. Or that maybe I should try and market that show to FOX, because, come on, you SO know that's something they'd air.
In other, normal news, I'll give a quick breakdown: sort of new-ish job is good, Tony's were wonderful, birthday was great, trying to find a new apartment, moving sucks, have no money. The end. Thanks for tuning in. Look for a new post in another five months.
Several, several years ago, when I was still naive enough to think that maybe I could teach myself to cook, I tried to make...tuna casserole, or something. I don't know. Or maybe it was Tuna Helper. Who can say. Anyway, I ended up setting the thing on fire, or at the very least, burning the crap out of it. It smelled like...bad. Bad burny fish. Mixed with rubber. And that's what my room smells like right now. Because I think one of my neighbors made the same mistakes as I. I'd be sympathetic to their unculinary ways, but I'm too busy trying not to vom.
I had a dream the other night that I was apartment hunting, and the landlord told me cats weren't allowed in the building. And in that moment, a giant cat walked by on its hind legs, waved at me and said "Hello!" So I said, "Well what about that cat? Why is that cat allowed?" And the landlord said, "Oh! That's Emily. She's half-human." Obviously. The night before, I had a dream I was watching TV and saw a commercial for a new reality show called "Who Wants to Date Their Brother/The Tan Contest", which was about, obviously, dating ones brother and being really tan. And I thought, "WOW! That show looks AWESOME!" Anyway, I guess the moral of this is that I should lay of the sleeping pills and hommus. Or that I need to get a life so I stop dreaming about reality shows. Or that maybe I should try and market that show to FOX, because, come on, you SO know that's something they'd air.
In other, normal news, I'll give a quick breakdown: sort of new-ish job is good, Tony's were wonderful, birthday was great, trying to find a new apartment, moving sucks, have no money. The end. Thanks for tuning in. Look for a new post in another five months.