WHEN I’M REALLY BUSY.
THIS IS WHAT I EAT.
Do you have things that you tried and tried and tried making, and it. Just. Doesn’t. Work? In the kitchen, I call them my culinary nemesis, and they can be summed up by two words, “chewy” and “layers”. You whisper these words to my ears in the middle of the night…
I pee my pants.
Lately Jason’s been GRILLED at work like a turkey on Thanksgiving, and soon gonna be off on a business trip for 2 days. As an imaginary modern woman I loath at myself for saying it, but this can only mean one thing. I AM SO~ooo~OOO BOOOOOORED (twisting and moaning….). I HAVE things to do. I do! Like a whole line of queued-up posts waiting to be translated. Like chirping chicklets urging to be fed…”chirp chirp chirp…” Arrgh… I can’t even raise the slightest will to lift a finger. Or make some long overdue calls to friends who probably thought I fell off a cliff for some time now. Wait, who am I KIDDING? I DON’T have friends in BJ… Or do a Lord of The Ring marathon in my pj with my favorite junk foods! Only I have done that like 3 times over. The excitement to watch Gandalf say, “Yooou shall nooot PASS!” can only last so many time… How about Little Merm… FXXX! That’s pathetic! Damn it! How do unemployed women kill their time?
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Like standing in the DMV queue and being asked (judged simultaneously too) if I wanted to be an organ donor. Or whether to leave my BJ apartment on a PM2.5 hazardous day for groceries or starve with cheese crackers. Or whether to spend the last scrap of my monthly budget on the air purifier we really do NEED versus the new iPhone I really do WANT. Nobody said being an adult is easy.
So years of life-defining choices as such have boiled down to this moment – I find myself standing in the kitchen in BJ (how the hell did I end up here…?), deciding which is the better way to form an Asian meat pie.
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