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So one time, this girl named Alicia told me a story about how she couldn't eat beefaroni anymore because this one time, one her friends or family members or someone threw up some beefaroni and then she couldn't eat it without thinking of vomit. Now I've thrown up beefaroni a few times myself, but after that story, I couldn't eat it without thinking about how it tastes the EXACT SAME coming back up, effectively proving that beefaroni tastes like vomit, and for a long time I couldn't eat it.
But it's almost five in the morning and I'm just sitting in this room watching a hockey game that I already know the ending to, and this room is just getting emptier and emptier (literally, not figuratively), and I was just hungry for something and I couldn't place it. Greg watched me eat a bag of star mints a few hours ago, but I was fucking hungry again, for like...something that at least resembled food. I mean right I'd kill for a cheeseburger. But all I could find in the pantry was a can of beefaroni, and I'm eating now, and it's fucking DELICIOUS.
But I really wish I wasn't eating it.
Oh, and I got a job! Starting tomorrow, I get paid to pretend to people that I prefer mac over apple. I'm pretty sure all this job is going to make me do, as far as computers are concerned, is finally figure out my damn router encryption so I don't need to sit in this empty room whenever I use the computer, 'cause it just makes me feel like a huge dork. And I'm a huge dork, but at least when I'm playing WoW I'd like to not go over the top with being a dork.
Fucking Detroit.
But it's almost five in the morning and I'm just sitting in this room watching a hockey game that I already know the ending to, and this room is just getting emptier and emptier (literally, not figuratively), and I was just hungry for something and I couldn't place it. Greg watched me eat a bag of star mints a few hours ago, but I was fucking hungry again, for like...something that at least resembled food. I mean right I'd kill for a cheeseburger. But all I could find in the pantry was a can of beefaroni, and I'm eating now, and it's fucking DELICIOUS.
But I really wish I wasn't eating it.
Oh, and I got a job! Starting tomorrow, I get paid to pretend to people that I prefer mac over apple. I'm pretty sure all this job is going to make me do, as far as computers are concerned, is finally figure out my damn router encryption so I don't need to sit in this empty room whenever I use the computer, 'cause it just makes me feel like a huge dork. And I'm a huge dork, but at least when I'm playing WoW I'd like to not go over the top with being a dork.
Fucking Detroit.