Thus far today I have watched one movie, alphabetized by comic books (and placed them in chronological order), made several unanswered telephone calls, and cleaned my kitchen. I seriously considered washing the dish soap bottle when I realized Danny Tanner had done that once before.
It is important to be original.
I should probably just write my thesis proposal but starting a blog seems incredibly important right now. (A half a ninja told me I had to, or my head would be chopped off. Not actually, but that seems like something a ninja might say. I’m really just copying her starting-a-blog-as-a-procrastination-device-that-I-legitimize-to-myself-as-an-
excercise-in-writing idea.)
I just left to start the chicken, which I am cooking in chicken broth, garlic, and basil. I am going to add white onion, green pepper and broccoli – not because I believe these items will taste good together, but because this is what is in my fridge and the food will otherwise go rotten.
If you brown beef, do you white chicken?
I fucking cut myself and got onion juices in it which both stings and smells. I’m not even hungry. I should probably just write.
Why can’t my neighbours shut up? I think I prefer the 10-year-old floutist to the yuppie-hipster types that are now residing in the apartment next door. I bet they are having granola cosmopolitans over a game of Trivial Pursuit 1990’s edition – so they can actually acquire a few pieces of the pie and finish in time for some curried channa rotis and a thirty- or forty-dollar bottle of red wine. I hear red wine compliments bullshit vegetarian dinners very nicely.
