Macaroni is the only stable thing in my life it seems. It�s always there when I need it � easy to make, easy to eat, easy to clean up when I drop it on the floor. It also makes me feel like a very accomplished person when I make it too. Because obviously I am the best at making it. No one, no one can match me when it comes to macaroni. I make it perfectly cheesy and buttery and never too watery. Watery macaroni is sinful. I bite my thumb at watery macaroni. Don�t waste my time.
people are emailing me less. i dunno why, really, but it’s causing some form of psychological damage. i dyed my hair orange – the color of shiny pennies or that stupid chucky doll, last nite. i like it.
things i am obsessed with:
- checking for the mail every ten minutes until it arrives.
- anything with cheese on it
- things i can put in my hair
- underwear
- haiku’s
- chick flicks
- songs that make me sad
- coke
i think i’ve discovered something a little worse than being hungover – food poisoning.
urrrrgh.
i am so tired of being hungover. i think i will reform myself now. or at least try to. it’s those nites where you say to yourself, “I am not going to drink much tonite.” that you actually end up drinking yourself blind and paying for it twicefold the next day. Being hungover sucks. the end.
I changed my mind. i am making t-shirts. yes, it’s true. they cost 18 dollars + shipping&Handling. tell me what size you want and what specific image.
if you were smart, you could look as cool as this guy.
the basmati rice that i tried to cook just set on fire, this stove’s element is better than the one in maine – ie, it cooks faster so the water disappeared immediately and literally set all the rice on fire from the heat of the stove. i am so depressed and mad cuz now it smells and i have to make the rice all over again. oh fuck it, i am going to make egg ‘n cheese wraps instead.
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i am making little buttons now of my drawings. they are 3 dollars each, buy one please. thank you.
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Today it is my birthday and i am quite hungover. my flight out of boston to Toronto was scarey – lotsa bumps. hate bumps.
more later
