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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I can't swallow and it's all my new roomies fault.

I blame Steve for this sick shit I have right now. I thought he was doing really well with the whole cough away from me, and extra heat on the dishwasher rinse, but somehow I caught his horrible throat thing and now if I can't swallow shit. Luckily, I'm going to my holistic doctor so I'm sure he'll wave some wizardy wand and do a spirtual dance and I'll feel better. But what I really want is my grandma's matzo ball soup. Nothing compared to it. She always made shit from scratch, and no matter what crap jewish overpriced restaurant I go to, the soup and laktes just aren't the same. Actually, they're crap. Imposters. Like a cheap prada bag knock off, but worse because the soup doesn't even try to be like my grandma's. There's no celery and carrot goodness. No parsley chunks floating around. No grandma telling me to get a second helping and to eat more chopped liver. No telling grandma to sit down already and eat with us before her food gets cold. No more playing gin afterwards. Tear tear. (mom- don't cry) Because of this sick shit, I've decided it's time for me to take a few days off of work. Not sure when it's going to happen, but it's too nice to sit in a cube. Who's coming with me (think half-baked, NOT jerry fucking maguire)? ROAD TRIP BITCHES!

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