journal entry | day 46

[possemagnet]

For anybody that's interested I made a batch of White Chocolate Macadamia nut... cookies.

Not sure why. They're a little burnt underneath but I overdid it. I've already gone through one and a half containers by myself.

For anyone that cares. Meaning, the people I discussed it with. I'm making progress with the truck.

Peaksville's pretty damn

Comments

[imnot_likeyou]

You made cookies?

... I think I'm gonna pass.

[possemagnet]

They're not tainted.

Just a little burnt around the edges because I forgot to use the Pam.

[imnot_likeyou]

Burnt or not, your cooking skills haven't always been the best. I don't know if I can expect much better for your baking.

[possemagnet]

Fine, I'll eat them by myself.

At least then I'll know they're appreciated.

[imnot_likeyou]

Don't OD on them, alright? I have a feeling a sugar coma is the last thing you need around here.

[possemagnet]

Dude, you could at least TRY my cookies.

[imnot_likeyou]

Are you really that proud of them?

[possemagnet]

Shut up.

When have you seen me bake ANYTHING?

[imnot_likeyou]

Well, unless you count the disaster that was us trying to pull together cupcakes for a bake sale for soccer? Never.

That's the problem.

[possemagnet]

You're such a bitch.

[imnot_likeyou]

Takes one to know one, jerk.

[meaning, like you wouldn't do the exact same thing to him if he was getting his bake on?]

[possemagnet]

Well, at least you got it from me and not some other douche.

[imnot_likeyou]

Yeah, thanks for that.

[possemagnet]

You and me should hit the bar later today.

[imnot_likeyou]

Sure. Sounds good.

[possemagnet]

Yeah?

Maybe mix some eggnog.

Celebrate like we used to.