moxi

So I went to the grocery store and bought some items that I thought
might be easy to cook since I will no longer be eating out every night
courtesy of a rich boyfriend.

Last night I was up late writing a paper and decided I would cook some
sweet potato fries. I followed the directions, preheated the oven to
475 and put the frozen frites on a pan and placed them in the oven.

and then I forgot about them, until I saw smoke pouring out of my kitchen.

i ran around opening windows and fanning a towel in front of the fire
alarm praying it wouldn't go off and wake all my neighbors at 1:00 am.

It luckily didn't go off and with burning eyes and lungs filled with
smoke I rescued the fries.

This is what they looked like.



so far single life sucks.

please mail me a boyfriend who (1) has money to take me out to all my
favorite restaurants or (2) is a chef.


xx
Moxi

(hehe)