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Aug. 7th, 2011 12:45 amTHIS GIRL.
So my parents left home just before two o'clock this morning to go down to Maryland for some fishing. Consequently, I was left almost entirely by my lonesome (I had an Esmeralda to keep me company). Because I didn't have anyone looking over my shoulder to question or judge me, and there was no one being loud, and I could take my time doing things, I decided to cook breakfast. I cooked ALL the breakfast! Pancakes (from scratch, because that's the only way to make pancakes), scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sausages, apple slices, toast, and tea. The potatoes, oh my god. I don't even know what I did -- just diced them up, mixed them with scallions, let them sit in a pan with some butter -- but they were incredible. @_@ Can I just eat potatoes for the rest of my life?
I took the dog for an actual walk this morning, and Bradley smelled ALL the things! It was a little annoying. But I felt so bad for him, because he's always holed up here. I thought I'd give him a chance to explore. The overgrown area by the LIRR tracks isn't cool anymore, though. They cut down all the trees and plants a long time ago (my blackberries, nooooooooo), and now it's just random weeds and shit, and as Bradley walked through it, a ton of burrs attached themselves to him. So annoying to have to pick those off, and some were matted so deeply, I had to cut through his hair. I even missed some, because when I gave him fresh water, he'd pulled out more clumps of hair. Poor guy. Wish I could have given him more time outside in a less shitty area. I also let him outside a couple of times for a couple of hours (the second one was cut short by a little drizzle).
The rest of the day was spent bullshitting and dropping dead on the bed for an hour (since I'd woken up so early to walk the dog and then cooked breakfast, I didn't get a chance to go back to sleep so my exhaustion caught up with me). Around seven, I looked for the Mets game, but it was under rain delay. Started dinner at half-past, curry rice with a mushroom, a boiled egg, and more tea. *_* Perfect. And the kitchen was spotless. Spotless.
So Es and I were watching the Mets game, which started an hour late, and it's 2-0 Metsies after two. My parents came home about eight-thirty, and they'd caught about seventy fish. Tiny fish, sure, but seventy of them. Anywho, the Mets broke out of their losing streak -- four home runs, two courtesy of Justin Turner; Jose went 2-4 with 2 steals; Josh Thole went 3-4 -- and they're back up to .500. :Db Still like eight games out of the Wild Card, though. :/
When I next went to the kitchen, I peeked in the sink, and Mom had all sorts of nasty shit in there: some plastic, paper towels.... Like, what compels you to do this? And there was a hat and some other shit on the counter. There isn't a lot of counterspace in my kitchen. :/
FUCK IT, I had an awesome day. I cooked food and cleaned that disgusting kitchen. I walked the dog. And now I'm probably gonna sleep like a boss.
So my parents left home just before two o'clock this morning to go down to Maryland for some fishing. Consequently, I was left almost entirely by my lonesome (I had an Esmeralda to keep me company). Because I didn't have anyone looking over my shoulder to question or judge me, and there was no one being loud, and I could take my time doing things, I decided to cook breakfast. I cooked ALL the breakfast! Pancakes (from scratch, because that's the only way to make pancakes), scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sausages, apple slices, toast, and tea. The potatoes, oh my god. I don't even know what I did -- just diced them up, mixed them with scallions, let them sit in a pan with some butter -- but they were incredible. @_@ Can I just eat potatoes for the rest of my life?
I took the dog for an actual walk this morning, and Bradley smelled ALL the things! It was a little annoying. But I felt so bad for him, because he's always holed up here. I thought I'd give him a chance to explore. The overgrown area by the LIRR tracks isn't cool anymore, though. They cut down all the trees and plants a long time ago (my blackberries, nooooooooo), and now it's just random weeds and shit, and as Bradley walked through it, a ton of burrs attached themselves to him. So annoying to have to pick those off, and some were matted so deeply, I had to cut through his hair. I even missed some, because when I gave him fresh water, he'd pulled out more clumps of hair. Poor guy. Wish I could have given him more time outside in a less shitty area. I also let him outside a couple of times for a couple of hours (the second one was cut short by a little drizzle).
The rest of the day was spent bullshitting and dropping dead on the bed for an hour (since I'd woken up so early to walk the dog and then cooked breakfast, I didn't get a chance to go back to sleep so my exhaustion caught up with me). Around seven, I looked for the Mets game, but it was under rain delay. Started dinner at half-past, curry rice with a mushroom, a boiled egg, and more tea. *_* Perfect. And the kitchen was spotless. Spotless.
So Es and I were watching the Mets game, which started an hour late, and it's 2-0 Metsies after two. My parents came home about eight-thirty, and they'd caught about seventy fish. Tiny fish, sure, but seventy of them. Anywho, the Mets broke out of their losing streak -- four home runs, two courtesy of Justin Turner; Jose went 2-4 with 2 steals; Josh Thole went 3-4 -- and they're back up to .500. :Db Still like eight games out of the Wild Card, though. :/
When I next went to the kitchen, I peeked in the sink, and Mom had all sorts of nasty shit in there: some plastic, paper towels.... Like, what compels you to do this? And there was a hat and some other shit on the counter. There isn't a lot of counterspace in my kitchen. :/
FUCK IT, I had an awesome day. I cooked food and cleaned that disgusting kitchen. I walked the dog. And now I'm probably gonna sleep like a boss.
