Food for Thought
The Shreddies adverts lie.
They say that their product "keeps hunger locked up 'til lunch". Bollocks. I scoffed down a bowl of chocolate Shreddies at 6:30 this morning and was ready to eat my own socks by 8:30. Even a packet of Hula Hoops couldn't kill the hunger and by the time lunchtime rolled around, I had strongly considered the 'long pig' option. Then again, I wouldn't want to kill someone I liked for food, Kate's far too stringy and Julie probably tastes nasty anyway.
Dinner with Mum tonight. Whee. Have to find a way to tell her about moving in with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cholten99. Six-month break in my contract or not, Mum's one of those sticklers for "letter of the law" and "sticking to a commitment". In any case, she's bound to say something about how it's all happening too fast and various other crap. This is not a conversation I'm looking forward to. But if His Schnookness over there can actually admit to his family that he's seeing a girl, I can at least do this. Not looking forward to it, though...
It's Thursday. That means this week-from-hell is nearly over. Thank God. The commute is shattering, though I am starting to get used to it and it'll only get better. As for my workmates ... well, hell with 'em.
Thess
They say that their product "keeps hunger locked up 'til lunch". Bollocks. I scoffed down a bowl of chocolate Shreddies at 6:30 this morning and was ready to eat my own socks by 8:30. Even a packet of Hula Hoops couldn't kill the hunger and by the time lunchtime rolled around, I had strongly considered the 'long pig' option. Then again, I wouldn't want to kill someone I liked for food, Kate's far too stringy and Julie probably tastes nasty anyway.
Dinner with Mum tonight. Whee. Have to find a way to tell her about moving in with
cholten99. Six-month break in my contract or not, Mum's one of those sticklers for "letter of the law" and "sticking to a commitment". In any case, she's bound to say something about how it's all happening too fast and various other crap. This is not a conversation I'm looking forward to. But if His Schnookness over there can actually admit to his family that he's seeing a girl, I can at least do this. Not looking forward to it, though...It's Thursday. That means this week-from-hell is nearly over. Thank God. The commute is shattering, though I am starting to get used to it and it'll only get better. As for my workmates ... well, hell with 'em.
Thess
