Another "I didn't drink but I'm not sober" if ya know what I mean. So, I had the most amazing endeavour at this old park I used to play at when I first moved to my shithole of a city (which is when I was like, two) and just relived crazy old memories while tripping balls on the swings. Such a simple night, but sometimes a pal and good conversation are all you need.
Anywho enough with the clichés. When I got home (after successfully avoiding the pressing urge to enter McDonald's, two Tim Hortons' and a convenience store) all I wanted to eat was macaroni and cheese (repulsive, I know). But alas my family is sleeping parce que they work/are in high school and have to wake up early... SO I didn't want to cook.
I thought what is similar to mac n' cheese but different. And I thought minute rice could work as a reasonable substitute for macaroni and I could microwave it. But Camille! What about the cheese? And I initially thought well Camille, first of all, don't yell at me because you're always doing it and it strains my nerves. Secondly why don't you grate some cheese dumb ass. And then I checked the fridge only to rebut because you fuck face we don't have any cheese. What about cheese strings or rice cheese-- too much rice-- don't interrupt me! Sorry. It's okay don't worry about it. Anyway, you also have this delicious onion cream cheese. And I thought FUCK CAMILLE YOU'RE BRILLIANT.
At the end of my microwaving I had this fantastic melty cream cheese that tasted like awesome mixed with heaven and rainbows and puppies' faces. And after consuming almost the entire thing during my writing, I still have the muchies. Oh well. Delicious end to a superb night. Om nom nom (I would like to add that spell check isn't saying the onomatopoeia prior to the brackets is spelled wrong. Apparently those are [Canadian English] words! Cool!)
CIAO folks.
Ps. MY DEAR BROTHER I AM VERY ANGRY THAT YOU HAVE HAD THE ENTIRE DAY TO MAKE A POST AND YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO AND I'VE DONE 3 BEFORE YOU DID ONE-- Camille, chill. Sorry.
Pps. Here is a poem because my brain never seems to work. And when I see these things at another time they are like puzzles.
There is a spaceship in the sky
Oh my. My. My my. My. My.
There it goes, this must be Star Wars
Yup, in space they do not drive cars.
I look at the Big Dipper too.
Can you see me, staring at you?
There's colours floating like a kite.
Holy shit, it's a satellite!
I'll stop gawking on the day
My metaphorical spaceship takes me away.
Ppps. Have you ever wondered if a feather that floats by you is from the zoo?
-Xesetarip
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