flat pickles.

i went downstairs to get some rice... and we didn't have any! and i was SO upset.


so, instead... i had chocolate milk, some potato chips, like... three flat pickles (we didn't have regular ones... just the sandwich slice ones...) and an apple. while i was making my chocolate milk, i spilled all over the counter. (the milk was too full, and when i added the chocolate, it overflowed, because i was reading the newspaper instead of paying attention to what i was doing.) then, when it was WAY too chocolaty, and i drank like, a third of it and put more milk in, i overflowed it AGAIN. someone... (i don't remember who, i THINK it was ben...) told me that things like that are my most endearing quality. i hope so, otherwise i'm just a dork.


i've been writing for quite awhile... and am now going to go watch friends.