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Every so often I am struck by the need to cook. Even less frequently I am struck absolutely dumb by the need to bake something. When cooking, I usually go with a pasta thing because, I dunno, it's easy and any idiot [hello!] can do it. Also, I like it. Anyway, today I'm waiting on my brother to drop my nephew off and pick up the cash so he can buy me some rum. The bummer with working nights is that it makes picking up booze a bit of a bitch. Also, my ID expired ages ago and around the time I was to renew it, my mother fell down and luckily did not break her crown... just her ankle and whatnot. Some places don't care, they just want you to flash something at them. Some places point out that your ID is most likely you, but it's dead... and yet, each time people request my ID [for non-proof of age stuff] whenever I'm wearing something [*coughuniformcough*] with my name on it, I really, really want to ask, "Dude, how many people spell either of my names the way I do? Now what are the odds this place has two people with my name, both of whom show up to your store enough to cause you to ask me EACH AND EVERYTIME?"
See, for age purposes I understand, although I'm fairly certain that I look old enough to drink. And if I were to try and buy sudaphed or whatever, yeah. Stupid kids and stupid meth labs!
*finds train of thought* Today is bananas foster and oatmeal rum cookies. Heavy on the rum. Thing is, I have to wait for the rum delivery. Siiiiiiiiiiigh.
Why do you guys let me make impulse buys when I'm sitting here? It's never a cheap buy, either. This time it's the LE of The Black Parade is Dead. Mainly because it has a coffin. And I've found that it's always easier to get rid of something LE that you didn't actually want than to acquire a copy if you did want it, but it was actually, y'know, limited.
In other news, I'm lurking in various BSC places, and there's always a couple of things that crop up. One is the thought that Sharon, Dawn's mother, was on something because her scatterbrained things aren't normal. Fair enough, although they always bring up the shoe in the veggie drawer of the fridge. That's the easiest to explain and my mother has left various non food items in the fridge for similar reasons. Frazzled Mom walks to the kitchen after a long outing, is in the midst of taking shoes off, reaches for something in the fridge, has trouble, and not thinking clearly, puts the shoe on the easiest to find surface. In this case, EW, but still. Shoe in fridge! For the record, my mother has never left a shoe in the fridge, but mail has been found there, and I'm forever leaving milk or soda on TOP of the fridge, and I'm the memory of the house. Oh, yes, be afraid.
At the moment I'm soaked. The dog escaped and just as I'd decided to wait for thunder or rain to scare her home, I notice there's a severe storm warning, so I venture back outside, where the sky has fallen, and... ten seconds after the dog runs inside, the rain stops. The hell.
*cracks jaw* I'm hungry...
See, for age purposes I understand, although I'm fairly certain that I look old enough to drink. And if I were to try and buy sudaphed or whatever, yeah. Stupid kids and stupid meth labs!
*finds train of thought* Today is bananas foster and oatmeal rum cookies. Heavy on the rum. Thing is, I have to wait for the rum delivery. Siiiiiiiiiiigh.
Why do you guys let me make impulse buys when I'm sitting here? It's never a cheap buy, either. This time it's the LE of The Black Parade is Dead. Mainly because it has a coffin. And I've found that it's always easier to get rid of something LE that you didn't actually want than to acquire a copy if you did want it, but it was actually, y'know, limited.
In other news, I'm lurking in various BSC places, and there's always a couple of things that crop up. One is the thought that Sharon, Dawn's mother, was on something because her scatterbrained things aren't normal. Fair enough, although they always bring up the shoe in the veggie drawer of the fridge. That's the easiest to explain and my mother has left various non food items in the fridge for similar reasons. Frazzled Mom walks to the kitchen after a long outing, is in the midst of taking shoes off, reaches for something in the fridge, has trouble, and not thinking clearly, puts the shoe on the easiest to find surface. In this case, EW, but still. Shoe in fridge! For the record, my mother has never left a shoe in the fridge, but mail has been found there, and I'm forever leaving milk or soda on TOP of the fridge, and I'm the memory of the house. Oh, yes, be afraid.
At the moment I'm soaked. The dog escaped and just as I'd decided to wait for thunder or rain to scare her home, I notice there's a severe storm warning, so I venture back outside, where the sky has fallen, and... ten seconds after the dog runs inside, the rain stops. The hell.
*cracks jaw* I'm hungry...