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today for some reason I miss my old cat. Buu.
i hate groupwork assignments. just thought i'd share. Also, i have 9 assignments for Education and my James Joyce essay due by Friday. Everyone be really fucking nice to me.
Last night Anna and I had an eventful dinner out. Her workmates gave her a $50 voucher for the Vegie Bar for her birthday, so we thought we'd have a bit of a party. Since there is shit all on the menu I can order, I eventually decided on the risotto, which the menu said was only a little bit bad for me. It came and I got stuck into it, and after a little while Anna looked at my bowl and said, 'is there tomato in that?' It hadn't been listed on the menu, but last time I ate a tomato based meal I threw up all over Anna's floor at 2am. So I asked and sure enough they had changed the recipe. The woman I talked to was very nice but promptly forgot about me when I wanted something different. So eventually I got a truly mediocre and boring salad that did nothing to quell the nasty rumblings my tummy was making.
When I stood up to pay i (ACCIDENTALLY) knocked a glass onto the floor. By this time it was quite late and the place was nearly empty, so there were heaps of staff members standing around doing nothing. They all ignored it. Finally, i went and told some guy and he was rude to me, so i left the shattered glass all over the floor and hoped for their sake noone fell or cut themselves. When I went to pay, I suggested politely to the waitress (who was making me pay for my meal, even though the menu lied) that they put all ingredients on the menu, and she helpfully suggested that I should ask if I had allergies. If i asked about all my allergies every time I bought food i'd never have time to eat. "Hi, can i have an icecream? That is, as long as it doesn't include any wheat, corn, tomato or meat." "Hi, can I have a salad? That is, as long as it doesn't have..." bla bla.
Then the meal came to $40 and they decided that we shouldn't get any change.
boycott vegie bar. i'm going to write an angry letter to my MP. You don't have an MP, you're an anarchist. Alright then, I'm going to write to the lead singer of Echo and the Bunnymen.
DEAR MR. ECHO.
i hate groupwork assignments. just thought i'd share. Also, i have 9 assignments for Education and my James Joyce essay due by Friday. Everyone be really fucking nice to me.
Last night Anna and I had an eventful dinner out. Her workmates gave her a $50 voucher for the Vegie Bar for her birthday, so we thought we'd have a bit of a party. Since there is shit all on the menu I can order, I eventually decided on the risotto, which the menu said was only a little bit bad for me. It came and I got stuck into it, and after a little while Anna looked at my bowl and said, 'is there tomato in that?' It hadn't been listed on the menu, but last time I ate a tomato based meal I threw up all over Anna's floor at 2am. So I asked and sure enough they had changed the recipe. The woman I talked to was very nice but promptly forgot about me when I wanted something different. So eventually I got a truly mediocre and boring salad that did nothing to quell the nasty rumblings my tummy was making.
When I stood up to pay i (ACCIDENTALLY) knocked a glass onto the floor. By this time it was quite late and the place was nearly empty, so there were heaps of staff members standing around doing nothing. They all ignored it. Finally, i went and told some guy and he was rude to me, so i left the shattered glass all over the floor and hoped for their sake noone fell or cut themselves. When I went to pay, I suggested politely to the waitress (who was making me pay for my meal, even though the menu lied) that they put all ingredients on the menu, and she helpfully suggested that I should ask if I had allergies. If i asked about all my allergies every time I bought food i'd never have time to eat. "Hi, can i have an icecream? That is, as long as it doesn't include any wheat, corn, tomato or meat." "Hi, can I have a salad? That is, as long as it doesn't have..." bla bla.
Then the meal came to $40 and they decided that we shouldn't get any change.
boycott vegie bar. i'm going to write an angry letter to my MP. You don't have an MP, you're an anarchist. Alright then, I'm going to write to the lead singer of Echo and the Bunnymen.
DEAR MR. ECHO.