it’s hard to write about things when the world is going nutso an ocean and a sea away.
a gratifying pineapple bread pudding for dinner? check.
yes, for the first time in the history of my life, after some peer pressure, i returned my salad to the waitress because it “wasn’t good.” it wasn’t quite as spectacularly assertive as i dreamed it would be, as i kept apologizing and finally peeped that i was expecting romaine and i got iceberg. i hate being that cunt. but seriously, iceberg! with mayonnaise dressing! for 7 dollars?! OUTRAGE SOUP is what that was.
ironically or maybe not. i still have a hard time defining irony correctly due to a mindflip of a high school english teacher.
mayonnaise and pickle for breakfast? you got it.
finally. lunch today. a pair of black interview pants. due to housesitting, i don’t have any. and i’ve been craving some. for carry-out. OBVIOUSLY.
where are the pants?