4 posts tagged “food”
Regarding the bags of melted Reese's peanut butter chips -
Richard: What were you doing with these? Sitting on them?
Brie: No, it's just from being in my hot truck this afternoon.
Me: Nooo! You were totally cuddling with them, weren't you?
Richard: Yea, like using them as pillows.
Brie: Actually, my boobs started getting really sweaty, so I put them under my boobs to keep them cool.
Everyone: Oh. My. Gawwwwd! *laughter
Me: Wow, Brie. That was beautiful.
Brie: I knew you'd like that one!
While doing dishes, Jason dropped a bunch of sheet pans in the water. Of course, it splashed everywhere.
Me: Way to go, Jason! Making a mess while the rest of us are trying to clean one up!
Jason: Did I get you wet?
Me: Hah. Well. Ummmm...
Jason: NO! I was talking about right now. With the dish water.
Me: Oh. Oh! Yea, no. Only my shoe.
While trying to pop a lid on a pie:
Me: I can't get it to stay in.
Jason: Do you always have this problem?
Me: No! Because I'm so good, it's usually getting it out that's the problem.
During clean up:
Richard: Someone needs to wipe down these tables.
Me: Someone needs to wipe down your mom!
Richard: Yea, they do! Actually, I'm sure a lot of people have wiped her down.
Me: What the hell? Am I ever going to offend you by talking about your mom?
Richard: No. You'll probably have to talk about someone else.
Me: Okay, well. Your daughter is a dingleberry!
Richard: Aw, man! Why you gotta talk about my daughter?
In other news, we had out bake sale tonight. Check it out!
I got a lot of crap at school for being a vegetarian. I get even more crap when I explain that I actually eat fish and other seafood so I'm actually a pescatarian. It's not a big deal to me, but it seems to bother EVERYONE around me. (I googled pecatarian, there's a lot of hate on the internet, too.) I don't understand why so many people concern themselves with what I put into my mouth. I don't eat "land animals" because I don't want to. I haven't for three years and I don't know if I ever will. But I will continue to eat my seafood friends because I enjoy it, it's good for me, and its my body, I'll do what I want!
I stopped by Mitsuwa this afternoon to pick up some groceries. I haven't had real food in a long time and my body really needed something that wasn't beans and rice. Which, by the way, has pretty much been the only thing I've been able to afford for the last two months. I picked up some miso soup, seaweed soup, seaweed salad, edamame, octopus, and eel. Grand total? $17.66!
Whooo knooows.
Just to be random, here is my cat, Rylie. She's more photogenic than Stella.
Good news! I'm not losing my apartment anymore. I called the manager and explained why I had "unauthorized occupants" staying at my house. Lucky for me, my manager was EXTREMELY understanding and I am INCREDIBLY fortunate that she understood. I'm going to write her a little letter along with my rent check explaining how much it means to me. It is such a huge relief.
Another huge relief is having a few interviews lined up for the next couple of days. I was beginning to lose faith in myself and Craigslist. I hope at least one of them works out, I really need it. If I weren't so superstitious when it comes to this sort of thing, I'd share with you what I have lined up. I'm afraid I might jinx myself, so my lips are sealed.
It's definitely time for a hot shower and a full nights rest. I have a long two days ahead of me.
A little while ago I was sitting on the toilet doing my thing when I glanced to my left and realized I was out of toilet paper. The problem solver that I am, I simply reached around to grab some toilet paper from under the sink. Problem solved, my lady parts were wiped clean!
Now, instead of replacing the the empty roll with the new one, I stuck the new roll back under the sink. Since that's what you do, right? Get what you need and put the rest back.
Okay.
Lately, I've been trying to start a healthier lifestyle for myself. Not just to avoid that extra junk in the trunk, but to keep myself from dipping into that weird depression puddle that I fell into a couple weeks ago. The best way to do this (at least, the best way for me) is by doing EVERYTHING in moderation. Don't deny yourself foods, just don't eat a lot of it. Don't force yourself to work out extra hard when you only want to do a light work out. I've found that not fighting with my body and cravings is the only way to get things done. Does that make sense? Oh well, moving along...
So, I was craving Ben and Jerry's Smores ice cream (if you haven't had it - GO BUY IT NOW. You will thank me) a couple of weeks ago and decided, after about an hour of arguing with myself, to just go buy some. I was good. I only ate enough to satisfy my craving. (Between you and I, I ate about a quarter of the pint. Not too shabby. heh) I put it away to save for the next craving.
The next craving came at breakfast. Heck, why not? I am an adult, I pay my own rent and bills, I deserve this sort of thing. I crawled out of bed and headed for my freezer. Open the door.
Stare.
Blink. Blink
Stare.
Okay, what happened to my ice cream? Did I eat it last night? Noo, I know I didn't eat it!
I go to my trash can just to check. Yep, not there either. WTF?
Assuming this is a sign from the health gods, I just accept the absence of my ice cream. Yea, it's weird as hell that it disappeared over night, but whatever. It's better that I don't eat it. I head for the Honey Nut Cheerios and soy milk instead. Open the fridge.
Stare.
Blink.
WTF.
Sitting there, as if completely normal, I find my ice cream. How did you get there, silly ice cream? Oh, I put you there? Great. Now I can't eat you because you will never freeze the same. You've lost your air and honestly, but not offensively, you look like mud now. No self-respecting future celebrity chef of America can be caught eating REFRIGERATED ice cream.
So, not only am I placing things in weird places, but I'm talking to my food. It's been pretty lonely in my apartment.
Oh, have I mentioned that I get completely self-consious when working out in front of my cats? I can't help it. They stare at me as if I'm some kind of moron. Like, why does she does this? We all know that this is just temporary, there's no way she can keep this sort of thing up! Working out? PUH!
While we're on the topic my cats - let me just tell you - mine are lame. All they do is eat and sleep. (That kinda sounds like me.) However, there are those rare occasions when I catch them playing and I get so excited. I want to join them! So I do! And their reaction? Well, they get up and walk away. Only looking back for a second to give me that you-think-we-like-you-but-we-totally-don't look. Thanks, guys. Thanks for making me feel like I'm back in high school again.
(Hello, male readers! In case you were wondering, I am single. And all of that proves why.)
With all of that's mentioned above, I'm still not as weird as those people trying to be the next big superhero. Psyyyyyychooossssss!
