Time: 9:19 PM
Drink: Water
Music: American Analog Set - Choir Vandals
I've decided to role play tonight. So this evening I will be imitating a poor Somalian, as I dine on a dinner of plain rice. Nothing else, no condiments, just plain.fucking.rice.
Yes, yes, it's true. I am a gainfully employed, centrally located, English speaking, productive member of this society who has somehow managed to have absolutely nothing at home to eat besides one bag of rice. "Why don't you just go to the store?" , you might ask. Well, the answer to that, Mr./Mrs. SmartyPants is that I am one of those people I generally like to refer to as "an idiot who sold his car and now relies solely on a 18spd road bike for transportation" aka "dumbass" aka "hippie", etc. So... while I suppose it's technically possible for me to ride to the store and purchase something a tad bit tastier than plain.fucking.rice, the bone chilling temperature + 9000 mph headwind makes the prospect of that idea somewhat unappealing, even more so than eating rice.
So as you sit there in your comfortable home eating your "tasty food" remember that there are those of us who are less fortunate in the world, who must resort to drastic measures.
I might even go outside and try to find some flies and coax them into swarming around my bowl of gruel, as I eat the rice with my hands to give it that more complete "Sally Struthers" look/feel.
Drink: Water
Music: American Analog Set - Choir Vandals
I've decided to role play tonight. So this evening I will be imitating a poor Somalian, as I dine on a dinner of plain rice. Nothing else, no condiments, just plain.fucking.rice.
Yes, yes, it's true. I am a gainfully employed, centrally located, English speaking, productive member of this society who has somehow managed to have absolutely nothing at home to eat besides one bag of rice. "Why don't you just go to the store?" , you might ask. Well, the answer to that, Mr./Mrs. SmartyPants is that I am one of those people I generally like to refer to as "an idiot who sold his car and now relies solely on a 18spd road bike for transportation" aka "dumbass" aka "hippie", etc. So... while I suppose it's technically possible for me to ride to the store and purchase something a tad bit tastier than plain.fucking.rice, the bone chilling temperature + 9000 mph headwind makes the prospect of that idea somewhat unappealing, even more so than eating rice.
So as you sit there in your comfortable home eating your "tasty food" remember that there are those of us who are less fortunate in the world, who must resort to drastic measures.
I might even go outside and try to find some flies and coax them into swarming around my bowl of gruel, as I eat the rice with my hands to give it that more complete "Sally Struthers" look/feel.
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ryan:
here's a tissue to wipe the rice residue from your feeble little hands.
mia:
You are a hippy.