Respect My Authority.
[Note: this entry was meant to have been posted yesteday.]
Today was trash day, and I cleaned out my fridge a bit. To mitigate its emptiness I went shopping at Trader Joe's, where I became Cartman, the man of the carts. I provided carts for no less then three ladies (also, no more than three), and bought myself some things I can eat that aren't just tortilla chips and peanut butter.
(Calm down,
ojouchan; it was a joke.)
I've been watching Lost again tentatively. I taped the finale last night, but as I was leaving for work, I decided to watch the last few minutes. I decided that if the last few minutes weren't interesting enough, I'd just skip it today. I only saw the last two lines.
I just finished watching the whole episode.
A brilliant recovery, I must say.
Today was trash day, and I cleaned out my fridge a bit. To mitigate its emptiness I went shopping at Trader Joe's, where I became Cartman, the man of the carts. I provided carts for no less then three ladies (also, no more than three), and bought myself some things I can eat that aren't just tortilla chips and peanut butter.
(Calm down,
I've been watching Lost again tentatively. I taped the finale last night, but as I was leaving for work, I decided to watch the last few minutes. I decided that if the last few minutes weren't interesting enough, I'd just skip it today. I only saw the last two lines.
I just finished watching the whole episode.
A brilliant recovery, I must say.
