it's midnight and i'm still awake. So is my stomach. Time for Midnight Snack. Mmm mmm. It's going to be good. Better than good, delicious! And nutritious! What's that you say? Nutritious? Why yes, yes it is. AND delicious? YES!
I am having CARROTS.
I put my secret sauce on them and suddenly i am ravenous and devour them like a madwoman.
I am listening to damien rice as i chow down on my carrots. I really shouldn't use the expression "chow down" because it always makes me giggle and think of a girl from camp. Anyways, back to Damien. What an emotional ride it is, listening to his songs. I feel overwhelmed to ever create something half as stirring.
I'm still hungry. Time for Second Midnight Snack. And it shall be... fart crackers. Some time i shall share the story of how fart crackers got their name. For the time being, i am simply going to enjoy their salty crunchiness. That word looks strange. Crunchyness? Crunch factor.
I am a tight-lipped tease.
I am a Jezebel.
I am an American.
Who is shocked? Such slanderous allegations. My degree recently arrived in the mail. With it came the convocation handbook. I was flipping through it while waiting to board the ferry and had to look not once, not twice, but three times at my own name for there beside it was UNITED STATES. Since when do i come from the States? I cant believe my faculty printed that for everyone to see. And i wasn't even present to defend my honour. Unbelievable.
time for bed.
ps - i think my bed gave me hives last night.
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