Well, my car is still dead, so me and my flatmate had to actually walk to the supermarket today. The 7 minutes almost killed me.
Have you ever noticed when you walk into a supermarket and go to grab one of those red baskets you put your groceries in, that the basket on the top of the pile always, amost without fail, has a piece of lettuce stuck to the bottom? This always happens! Of course, there’s always the aisle with the suspicicously sticky floor, that never seems to becoming un-sticky. Somehow, I don’t think I want to know exactly why the floor is always sticky in the first place.
Conversation I had today:
Stupid friend: Are you still fighting?
Me: Who with?
Stupid friend: That woman.
Me: What woman?
Stupid friend: The woman inside you, trying to get out. Hahhahahahahahha.
(I don’t know how some people manage to crawl out of the abortion bucket.) *cough* Did I say that?
For the very first time today, I had some of that Mountain Dew drink outside of it’s bottle. I poured it into a glass and immediately wished I hadn’t. You see, Mountain Dew isn’t a green drink (as the green bottle would lead us to think). The color is urine yellow. Now I know why they never used a clear bottle.
For some reason, I was watching a Japanese class on Open Learning on the ABC at 4.00am last night on TV. It took me around 15 minutes before I could snap out of the transfixingly bad acting that was used to demonstrate the language. (Well, it was either Open Learning, or the Cyclone Rider infomercial – pity my favourite infomercial, the Space Bag wasn’t on that particular night).