More of the same
So I took an FTO ( day off) today, to clean my house. Mind you this is just a first pass. By no means the house is clean. I tripped and almost fell on a pile of clothes in the kitchen last night so figured it was time to do something.
Anyway I'm working away and jamming out with my new speakers. Getting a little hungry but playing my new game "How long can you go without eating" the record is 5 days BTW. But I decide that I should head out to the ghetto Chinese place, the kind with the greasy bullet proof glass and sells chicken wings and french fries, but I'm going to get a heathy chicken and broccoli with white rice.
No wine, but of course cigarettes (I can't bring myself to smoke the last pack of smokes from Montreal, how pathetic am I). So I scurry home plastic bag with the smiley face on it in tow, my Chinese delight inside. I make a ritual of it, my first attempt at a meal in weeks at home, I get a plate, napkin, the works. Sit down open up the plastic bag, smile at the smiley face on the bag as I take out my foil package of oriental joy, my holiday, birthday, work, bad boyfriend, depression is finally over! I no longer have the suitcase from my ill fated trip to Montreal at the beginning of November in the livingroom, my coffee table is no longer one big ashtray, I can see my livingroom, or any rooms floor, not obstructed by socks, loose change, paper, or wine bottle corks. I feel like eating, and yes ghetto Chinese will be my first meal.
I spoon out the rice, and then yes the main dish! Lots of veggies, and yes the broccoli and bonus cashews!
I take the first bite of my Asian Delight, and something is not quite right. Its not CHICKEN and broccoli it is Shrimp and broccoli! Those are not cashews...I'm allergic to shrimp.
After dashing off to my newly cleaned bathroom I decided to have the dinner of champions---the value bottle of Yellow Tale Shiraz from the ghetto liquor store...
Happy New Year
Anyway I'm working away and jamming out with my new speakers. Getting a little hungry but playing my new game "How long can you go without eating" the record is 5 days BTW. But I decide that I should head out to the ghetto Chinese place, the kind with the greasy bullet proof glass and sells chicken wings and french fries, but I'm going to get a heathy chicken and broccoli with white rice.
No wine, but of course cigarettes (I can't bring myself to smoke the last pack of smokes from Montreal, how pathetic am I). So I scurry home plastic bag with the smiley face on it in tow, my Chinese delight inside. I make a ritual of it, my first attempt at a meal in weeks at home, I get a plate, napkin, the works. Sit down open up the plastic bag, smile at the smiley face on the bag as I take out my foil package of oriental joy, my holiday, birthday, work, bad boyfriend, depression is finally over! I no longer have the suitcase from my ill fated trip to Montreal at the beginning of November in the livingroom, my coffee table is no longer one big ashtray, I can see my livingroom, or any rooms floor, not obstructed by socks, loose change, paper, or wine bottle corks. I feel like eating, and yes ghetto Chinese will be my first meal.
I spoon out the rice, and then yes the main dish! Lots of veggies, and yes the broccoli and bonus cashews!
I take the first bite of my Asian Delight, and something is not quite right. Its not CHICKEN and broccoli it is Shrimp and broccoli! Those are not cashews...I'm allergic to shrimp.
After dashing off to my newly cleaned bathroom I decided to have the dinner of champions---the value bottle of Yellow Tale Shiraz from the ghetto liquor store...
Happy New Year
posted by Michael at 9:24 PM
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