annah

A.D.I.D.A.S...
all day i dream about... soup.
i eat lipton noodle soup like i'm in a bomb shelter or something. at home i eat fancy raw food pita things with feta cheese and hummus and crickets or similar, but for some reason while at work i am compelled to eat 10 bowls of this soup. and that's it. maybe i need to just cut to the chase and get a salt lick for my desk. this sodium is gonna kill me.
my weekend was good and awful. we had the going-away party for my roommate, at which he and i of course drank too much and became maudlin ("i'm going to miss you so much!" "no, i'm going to miss YOU so much!" "i don't even care about your beard trimmings on the sink anymore, dude!" followed with hiccups and crying from both parties). the next day he fianlly gave me a glass piece from this installation he did two years ago, which has been promised to me for quite some time but had some unresolved glue issue. i'm going to miss that little twit. him and his UV glue. but i'm glad to have all the dishes back that were living in his room.