telecommuting bliss
Apr. 19th, 2004 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideIs it sad that I have more pairs of pajama bottoms than I have regular pants? Or that I chirp with excitement on days I can wear them all day long?
Actually made it to the grocery store for food this time. Bought random assortment of food.
chicken legs (4)
cucumber (1)
cherry tomatoes (1 basket)
97% fat-free kosher hot dogs (1 pkg)
Snackwells fat free mini chocolate chip cookies (1 box)
Iams lamb & rice wet cat food (4 small tins)
frozen broccoli, red peppers and mushrooms mix (1 pkg)
pesto & peas pasta salad (8 oz)
Evian (6-pack)
I'm finding I can't bear to plan meals ahead of like two days lately. Just feeling overly finicky and commitment phobic. No sense in having food rotting in the fridge is there? Oh fuck. Like those poor crimini mushrooms. Dammit. Don't really want to cook anything elaborate, either. I'm all about rolling up a hotdog in a whole wheat tortilla and eating it over the sink. Talking to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jeff_nw, he commented on how that's the one thing that changes when you live with someone. You can't admit to eating a can of whipped cream because you were too lazy to go out and buy actual, nutritious food.
Also Willi comes out on Thursday and she's not so much for the home cooked meals. So that should be interesting. From what I recall, she lives entirely on take-out chinese and indian food. I can't believe she'll be here in 3 days. While we never run out of things to talk about, must think of fun things to do with her. Hopefully the weather won't suck and we can play tennis. God, I think it's been a year since I've seen her. Huh.
I have massive guilt every time I buy extortionist-priced Evian. But I love it. I do. I can so taste the difference. I was drinking Dasani for awhile because it's ass-cheap and I got over the slight aftertaste. But I caved today. I'm not proud. But I am only human.
I also used to be all over boneless, skinless chicken breasts. I've never been one for dark meat, which was always the preference of Judy, Ellie and half a dozen other women I aspire to be like. Lately chicken legs are exciting to me. I'm not sure what brought this change about. Maybe I've been drying out the chicken breasts too much?
Cherry tomatoes are forever married in my mind ("but married in my mind's no goooood") to my Senior Prom. I went with my darling friend Jess. As we ate our fine dinner at the Ritz (or wherever the fuck it was held), he gleefully bit down into a cherry tomato and squirted the juice out the side of his mouth and straight down my cleavage. A direct hit.
1. Yay for wearing stain-forgiving black.
2. We nearly laughed ourselves sick.
3. It was even funnier than watching Hans Tung try to score on the beach later.
4. Shit, I wish we hadn't lost touch. Mowr.
Actually made it to the grocery store for food this time. Bought random assortment of food.
chicken legs (4)
cucumber (1)
cherry tomatoes (1 basket)
97% fat-free kosher hot dogs (1 pkg)
Snackwells fat free mini chocolate chip cookies (1 box)
Iams lamb & rice wet cat food (4 small tins)
frozen broccoli, red peppers and mushrooms mix (1 pkg)
pesto & peas pasta salad (8 oz)
Evian (6-pack)
I'm finding I can't bear to plan meals ahead of like two days lately. Just feeling overly finicky and commitment phobic. No sense in having food rotting in the fridge is there? Oh fuck. Like those poor crimini mushrooms. Dammit. Don't really want to cook anything elaborate, either. I'm all about rolling up a hotdog in a whole wheat tortilla and eating it over the sink. Talking to
jeff_nw, he commented on how that's the one thing that changes when you live with someone. You can't admit to eating a can of whipped cream because you were too lazy to go out and buy actual, nutritious food. Also Willi comes out on Thursday and she's not so much for the home cooked meals. So that should be interesting. From what I recall, she lives entirely on take-out chinese and indian food. I can't believe she'll be here in 3 days. While we never run out of things to talk about, must think of fun things to do with her. Hopefully the weather won't suck and we can play tennis. God, I think it's been a year since I've seen her. Huh.
I have massive guilt every time I buy extortionist-priced Evian. But I love it. I do. I can so taste the difference. I was drinking Dasani for awhile because it's ass-cheap and I got over the slight aftertaste. But I caved today. I'm not proud. But I am only human.
I also used to be all over boneless, skinless chicken breasts. I've never been one for dark meat, which was always the preference of Judy, Ellie and half a dozen other women I aspire to be like. Lately chicken legs are exciting to me. I'm not sure what brought this change about. Maybe I've been drying out the chicken breasts too much?
Cherry tomatoes are forever married in my mind ("but married in my mind's no goooood") to my Senior Prom. I went with my darling friend Jess. As we ate our fine dinner at the Ritz (or wherever the fuck it was held), he gleefully bit down into a cherry tomato and squirted the juice out the side of his mouth and straight down my cleavage. A direct hit.
1. Yay for wearing stain-forgiving black.
2. We nearly laughed ourselves sick.
3. It was even funnier than watching Hans Tung try to score on the beach later.
4. Shit, I wish we hadn't lost touch. Mowr.
