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I've been skimming the friends list, and let me tell you I can not wait to get home and actually read it all tonight. I'm serious, too. Which either means I love other people's lives way too much, or I'm a loser with no life. Take your pick.
In other news, apparently I'm not a real person. :-(
In still other news, there's no good food in this house right now. Cereal? Gone. Cream cheese? Gone. Yogurt? Not unless you like blueberry. Eggs? Nope. So, I had about a million things I could've eaten for breakfast, and actually wanted to eat, and couldn't. The infinite sadness. And I only had $8 and I'm not running all the way into Ellison Bay for food. Because that's, like, 10 minutes. And then I'd have to pick something out and then come back here and make it. But I was all set to make a bagel with cream cheese, or an egg sandwich on an english muffin, or a bowl of cereal, or just...anything. But no. Not this morning. So I made a bagel, which got too hard, put peanut butter which got all melty and weird looking on one half, and strawberry jam on the other. Ate the strawberry jam half. Am now starving. But lunch isn't looking too promising, either.
This is a drawback to living with two people, no kids, and they work a lot. But I'm nbot complaining. In general. I am right now, though. Sorry. I'll try and stop now.
The funny thing is, just yesterday afternoon Marty was talking to me about food and what I liked and stuff. Because she thought she wasn't providing me what I liked. I should just give her some general things I'll eat at any time. Cereal, pizza, any dairy product ever, bread. I'm also a big fan of juices of any kind. What else? I dunno, but there's more. Oh, fruit. I like fruit. Grapes, strawberries, apples, peaches in a can, pineapple...all that good stuff. Cantaloupe. Actually, I think there'a some of that in the fridge. Maybe this eating excursion is not lost.
In the same step, though, I feel bad eating all their food, because they're not used to having a third mouth to feed. And stuff. And I'm rushing this, because I have to go, so I totally lost the point of this paragraph. Anyway, yeah, I'll return later. :-)
Je suis un peu fatigue ce matin. <--- Look, I can still write french!! I didn't forget it all! Rock on. I love french. I can't wait to play with my french magnetic poetry. Okay, yeah, I'm gone.
In other news, apparently I'm not a real person. :-(
In still other news, there's no good food in this house right now. Cereal? Gone. Cream cheese? Gone. Yogurt? Not unless you like blueberry. Eggs? Nope. So, I had about a million things I could've eaten for breakfast, and actually wanted to eat, and couldn't. The infinite sadness. And I only had $8 and I'm not running all the way into Ellison Bay for food. Because that's, like, 10 minutes. And then I'd have to pick something out and then come back here and make it. But I was all set to make a bagel with cream cheese, or an egg sandwich on an english muffin, or a bowl of cereal, or just...anything. But no. Not this morning. So I made a bagel, which got too hard, put peanut butter which got all melty and weird looking on one half, and strawberry jam on the other. Ate the strawberry jam half. Am now starving. But lunch isn't looking too promising, either.
This is a drawback to living with two people, no kids, and they work a lot. But I'm nbot complaining. In general. I am right now, though. Sorry. I'll try and stop now.
The funny thing is, just yesterday afternoon Marty was talking to me about food and what I liked and stuff. Because she thought she wasn't providing me what I liked. I should just give her some general things I'll eat at any time. Cereal, pizza, any dairy product ever, bread. I'm also a big fan of juices of any kind. What else? I dunno, but there's more. Oh, fruit. I like fruit. Grapes, strawberries, apples, peaches in a can, pineapple...all that good stuff. Cantaloupe. Actually, I think there'a some of that in the fridge. Maybe this eating excursion is not lost.
In the same step, though, I feel bad eating all their food, because they're not used to having a third mouth to feed. And stuff. And I'm rushing this, because I have to go, so I totally lost the point of this paragraph. Anyway, yeah, I'll return later. :-)
Je suis un peu fatigue ce matin. <--- Look, I can still write french!! I didn't forget it all! Rock on. I love french. I can't wait to play with my french magnetic poetry. Okay, yeah, I'm gone.