what a thing to say at the table
I never thought that I would say this, but I think I need to get a little less subtle about my complaining. My friends always accuse me of being distant about my problems, but I'm not. At least, not really. It's just that they always think I'm joking when I talk about my life.
"So why didn't your mother come to the information night tonight, Lara?"
"I couldn't find her."
"Is she working?"
"Nah, just crazy. Or drunk or something, idk, lol."
"lol, okay, see ya later, brosephine."
"When I was a kid, my mother told me this story about this pure white cat that would go around killing children that weren't asleep by midnight and stealing their eyeballs. Then she would give my vodka in my milk to make me go to sleep... haha, my mother was weird."
"Ahaha, man, she crazy, lol."
No, guys, really... Cuddles? Please?
Sidenote: having a stove that actually works is the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced. While it is nice to no longer be fearing death by gas leak, it is scary to see the gas coming out of the top of the stove without me having to fight for it. I'm also used to turning the knob right up to eleven to get any kind of gas out, but when I did it on this one I nearly burned my eyebrows off.
This 'learning to cook' thing is going to be a lot harder than I expected.
"So why didn't your mother come to the information night tonight, Lara?"
"I couldn't find her."
"Is she working?"
"Nah, just crazy. Or drunk or something, idk, lol."
"lol, okay, see ya later, brosephine."
"When I was a kid, my mother told me this story about this pure white cat that would go around killing children that weren't asleep by midnight and stealing their eyeballs. Then she would give my vodka in my milk to make me go to sleep... haha, my mother was weird."
"Ahaha, man, she crazy, lol."
No, guys, really... Cuddles? Please?
Sidenote: having a stove that actually works is the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced. While it is nice to no longer be fearing death by gas leak, it is scary to see the gas coming out of the top of the stove without me having to fight for it. I'm also used to turning the knob right up to eleven to get any kind of gas out, but when I did it on this one I nearly burned my eyebrows off.
This 'learning to cook' thing is going to be a lot harder than I expected.