She could often be found wolfing down a bland little salad ravenously. It was a little bit disturbing. She could probably name every fruit and vegitable in the grocery store. One had to wonder if she even knew what good, homemade bread tasted like. But it was her way of living the dream; fitting into her tiny dresses and balancing her toned legs on thin stilettos. She was beautiful, but you don't live until you've tasted good, homemade bread.
I believe that Mario Batali would have a field day in my two supermarket aisles. The world famous chief would run from end to end preparing meal after meal. Also he could pick up some necessities for his cats Mittens, and Chowder.
Martha was sent to the grocery store. She needed Gatorade for her basketball game, and she also needed something to snack on for the bus ride to her game so she got a granola bar and gummy bears and some gum. Her mother sent with her a list of stuff she needed and they were Grapes, green beans, garlic bread, grape juice and garlic.
I'm having a party, and only have a two hours to get food. So this is what I decided to buy. I got m&m's, cause everyone likes them, along with milk chocolate of some sort. Muffins and maple syrup for in the morning. Macaroni and cheese, I'm going to grab mozzarella cheese to try and see if it takes better, and milk and margarine to make it. I'll also need the milk to make the mashed potatoes from a box. I'll make manwich sloppy joes too! I wonder if people like to eat mayo on their joe? I'll grab it just in case. The things I'll get for people to munch are: macadamia nuts, macaroons, mangoes, marshmallows, mushrooms, and Melba toasts.
Gross teeth Dentists scream Candy I need twizzlers Taffy Tootsie rolls Trident Candy I need candy! What's wrong with me All I can think about is... Candy Candy Candy
My sister likes to bake. No - my sister LOVES to bake. She's obsessed with it. And quite frankly, she is horrible at it. Her 'baking tips' will inform you that it is not necessary to mix the ingredients separately. Oh, no. "Just dump 'em all in! They all end up together anyways!" She also shuns the idea of following the assigned oven temperature. "Just stick it in the oven and take it out when it looks tasty! Voilà!" Then comes the decorating. "Lemme tell you a trick. If you find something in your refrigerator that's the color red, a tomato for instance, you can make red icing! All you gotta do is put it in the blender with some white icing, and it'll turn reddish!" She invited me over to dinner tonight. I can't wait for dessert...
Friend 1. "Come on girls! We need to hurry! Jamie's waiting!" Friend 2. "Poor Jamie. Her and Ryan date for 16 months. MONTHS. And he just dumps her! Just like that! Just like nothin! I wonder what happened?" Friend 1. "Oh my GOSH you guys are so slow! Jamie said to pick up curly fries and ice cream and be there in 20 minutes!" Friend 3. "It's almost been 30!" Friend 1. "I KNOW!" Friend 2. "Okay wait. Look. We have the curly fries, cookies and cream and chocolate ice cream, chocolate sauce, Popsicles, whipped cream, klondike bars... What are we missing?" Friend 3. "THE CHERRIES! I'll go get them!" Friend 1. "Okay seriously, who put the carrots in here?!" Friend 2. "I like them okay?!" Friend 1. "...You are one weird child, you know that?" Friend 2. "Why are you being so mean to me today?!" Friend 3. "Guys stop! I got the cherries. Let's go!" Friend 1. "Well girls, I hope you're all wearing your stretchy pants. Let's go."
I'm tired of them caring about every insignificant detail in my life! What do they care if I fail my a Discrete Math course? It's not like they're paying for college anyway.
I didn't even want to come here.
But they made me...
What do they care about my life for, anyway?
It's not even my life anymore. They've made every choice for me. Forced me into a mold I never was made to fit.
So I'll sit here and waste time. I'll fail another test. I'll eat another slice of frozen pizza and throw back another beer, because they can't make that decision for me.
She could often be found wolfing down a bland little salad ravenously. It was a little bit disturbing. She could probably name every fruit and vegitable in the grocery store. One had to wonder if she even knew what good, homemade bread tasted like. But it was her way of living the dream; fitting into her tiny dresses and balancing her toned legs on thin stilettos. She was beautiful, but you don't live until you've tasted good, homemade bread.
ReplyDeleteThis made me hungry for salad and bread.
DeleteI believe that Mario Batali would have a field day in my two supermarket aisles. The world famous chief would run from end to end preparing meal after meal. Also he could pick up some necessities for his cats Mittens, and Chowder.
ReplyDeleteI think I spelled Batali wrong
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ReplyDeleteMartha was sent to the grocery store. She needed Gatorade for her basketball game, and she also needed something to snack on for the bus ride to her game so she got a granola bar and gummy bears and some gum. Her mother sent with her a list of stuff she needed and they were Grapes, green beans, garlic bread, grape juice and garlic.
ReplyDeleteI'm having a party, and only have a two hours to get food. So this is what I decided to buy. I got m&m's, cause everyone likes them, along with milk chocolate of some sort. Muffins and maple syrup for in the morning. Macaroni and cheese, I'm going to grab mozzarella cheese to try and see if it takes better, and milk and margarine to make it. I'll also need the milk to make the mashed potatoes from a box. I'll make manwich sloppy joes too! I wonder if people like to eat mayo on their joe? I'll grab it just in case. The things I'll get for people to munch are: macadamia nuts, macaroons, mangoes, marshmallows, mushrooms, and Melba toasts.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah I'd go to that party
DeleteGross teeth
ReplyDeleteDentists scream
Candy
I need twizzlers
Taffy
Tootsie rolls
Trident
Candy
I need candy!
What's wrong with me
All I can think about is...
Candy
Candy
Candy
Hahaha I love this. It made me think of my little cousins. So cute!
DeleteMy sister likes to bake. No - my sister LOVES to bake. She's obsessed with it. And quite frankly, she is horrible at it. Her 'baking tips' will inform you that it is not necessary to mix the ingredients separately. Oh, no. "Just dump 'em all in! They all end up together anyways!" She also shuns the idea of following the assigned oven temperature. "Just stick it in the oven and take it out when it looks tasty! Voilà!" Then comes the decorating. "Lemme tell you a trick. If you find something in your refrigerator that's the color red, a tomato for instance, you can make red icing! All you gotta do is put it in the blender with some white icing, and it'll turn reddish!" She invited me over to dinner tonight. I can't wait for dessert...
ReplyDeleteFriend 1. "Come on girls! We need to hurry! Jamie's waiting!"
ReplyDeleteFriend 2. "Poor Jamie. Her and Ryan date for 16 months. MONTHS. And he just dumps her! Just like that! Just like nothin! I wonder what happened?"
Friend 1. "Oh my GOSH you guys are so slow! Jamie said to pick up curly fries and ice cream and be there in 20 minutes!"
Friend 3. "It's almost been 30!"
Friend 1. "I KNOW!"
Friend 2. "Okay wait. Look. We have the curly fries, cookies and cream and chocolate ice cream, chocolate sauce, Popsicles, whipped cream, klondike bars... What are we missing?"
Friend 3. "THE CHERRIES! I'll go get them!"
Friend 1. "Okay seriously, who put the carrots in here?!"
Friend 2. "I like them okay?!"
Friend 1. "...You are one weird child, you know that?"
Friend 2. "Why are you being so mean to me today?!"
Friend 3. "Guys stop! I got the cherries. Let's go!"
Friend 1. "Well girls, I hope you're all wearing your stretchy pants. Let's go."
This sounds like me and my friends hahahahha
DeleteHahahahaha!! I love this! The stretchy pants part is literally the best thing ever!
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ReplyDeleteAnother D?
ReplyDeleteGreat.
Another angry call from my parents?
Great.
I'm tired of them caring about every insignificant detail in my life! What do they care if I fail my a Discrete Math course? It's not like they're paying for college anyway.
I didn't even want to come here.
But they made me...
What do they care about my life for, anyway?
It's not even my life anymore. They've made every choice for me. Forced me into a mold I never was made to fit.
So I'll sit here and waste time. I'll fail another test. I'll eat another slice of frozen pizza and throw back another beer, because they can't make that decision for me.
What do they care about my life for, anyway?