This is how big a loser I am : I have three 1-quart cartons of milk in my refridgerator. The date on the first one is November 28th 2006, the second is January 30 2007, and the third is a October 12 2007. Yes, I am that big of a wanker.
Take a double check on those dates.... my god.
Yes, the one (unopened) quart has been in my fridge for almost one full year. The second, which has been in there almost 11 whole months had about 1/8 left. What the hell is wrong with me????? With no relationship in almost 3 years, was I really THAT desperate to have an anniversary of sorts? Milk is no substitute for companionship, although, leaving milk in a fridge for that fucking long is a good way not to get a lady friend....
Perhaps it's the fear of just moving the carton, imagining what foul stench would trail from my apartment, out the door, and into the garbage can at the corner. Yes, I've actually thought about being considerate enough not to put that shit in the building's trash bins (perhaps my consideration for others is the weakest justification I can muster).
Sigh.... I'm putting offgrading 30 journals, I didn't have the interweb for the last few weeks at home, I went to a swell ISIS show, saw an incredible movie (No Country for Good Men), had a swell Thanksgiving, and THAT is what I choose to write about. How sappy....
Take a double check on those dates.... my god.
Yes, the one (unopened) quart has been in my fridge for almost one full year. The second, which has been in there almost 11 whole months had about 1/8 left. What the hell is wrong with me????? With no relationship in almost 3 years, was I really THAT desperate to have an anniversary of sorts? Milk is no substitute for companionship, although, leaving milk in a fridge for that fucking long is a good way not to get a lady friend....
Perhaps it's the fear of just moving the carton, imagining what foul stench would trail from my apartment, out the door, and into the garbage can at the corner. Yes, I've actually thought about being considerate enough not to put that shit in the building's trash bins (perhaps my consideration for others is the weakest justification I can muster).
Sigh.... I'm putting offgrading 30 journals, I didn't have the interweb for the last few weeks at home, I went to a swell ISIS show, saw an incredible movie (No Country for Good Men), had a swell Thanksgiving, and THAT is what I choose to write about. How sappy....