I had minced-words breakfast sausages with pancakes for dinner. Next time, I will try braised minced-words with sticky rice.
Today I ate junk, BUT tomorrow is a new day, and I plan to fuck it up all over again. (heavy sigh). Drumroll please … Do you remember the little train that could?
Do you ever wonder where recycled toilet paper comes from? Some dude fishes out all the large particles from the primary treatment process at the wastewater plant. They spread all the gunk out on what looks like parchment paper, but it’s not, then they sprinkle salt on everything, put it in the yard to dry under the sun, and that’s how you get cured gunk.
Once dry, this massive industrial vacuum sucks it all into a vat and rolls it around in the mixer; that looks like the big thing on a cement truck, but it’s not. I can’t tell you what else is in the vat mixer thingy cause it’s a secret. Then miraculously, large sheets of paper come out the other end. Those sheets make their way to a regular toilet paper manufacturing facility, and you know the rest of the story. Or do you!
If recycled toilet paper makes your butt itchy, they probably didn’t leave it out in the sun long enough, or something unsavoury made its way into the vat mixer batch.
Oh … yesterday I went for a walk, and I ended up in the mall, at Marshalls Home Sense, and I met a guy while checking out the shoes. I didn’t buy anything, if you’re wondering. But as part of the conversation, dude asked me if I wanna go get ice cream sometime, which sounded strange to me. Maybe I’m being some kind of -ist, but I hope not. So I said …
“Are you asking me if I want to go out for martinis?”
“Ok.” He looks slightly puzzled. “We could do that instead.”
“Yes! I’d love to go out for a drink.”
I haven’t heard from him though, but it’s cool cause I can drink martinis all by myself! If anything comes of it I will let you know – he did make me laugh, which is important.
It’s 10:00 pm and I am thirsty … for carbonated water. I feel like/as somebody somewhere is having a French Vanilla Coffee Ice Cream Martini.
Sleep all snuggly n’ shit!
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