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A bad combination.
Oct. 25th, 2006 05:42 pmSurfing the net is one of my favorite past times.
In younger years, I would loose entire days into the greenish glow of the monitor.
At one point, I actually had a couch sitting in front of the computer.
This is one of the lazier moments in my life.
Eating is also one of my favorite past times.
My thin physique is extremely deceptive, as I have been known to devour more food than any worldly grandmother can produce in any given evening.
This is another of my lazy lifelong moments.
So, when I come home from a hard day of work and only have an hour to kill before a meeting, I will invariably decide that my hour should be spent relaxing. What better way to relax than to indulge myself in some food and lj. I'm active. I diserve it.
I spent the first half hour of my dinner break constructing a godly sandwich (see: NOT SAMMICH).
I sautee'ed some mushrooms. I buttered and toasted some bread. The deli turkey was lovingly seasoned. The odd green leafy thing which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skadjer told me to buy in leui of lettuce was fresh.
All in all, the sandwich was perfect. It was a work of art. The blasted thing was even symmetrical.
So, I put this loving sandwich of the gods on a plate and go to my room to surf the internet. To my further pleasure, I discover that Will has sent me a message telling me that he found a funny story for me to read. What could be better? A funny internet story. A sandwich. Just enough time to enjoy both at my leisure before going to the meeting.
There are certain things which don't make for pleasant conversational topics while eating. Most of these involve bodily functions or gore. To my misfortune, after tasting the first incredible bite of my magnificient sandwich, I discovered that this story revolved around both of these.
WTF, Will? -5 life points.
By the time I had finished swallowing my second bite of the sandwich, the story had mentioned vomit, shit, half-nude gymnastics, greasy food, and screaming children. Dismayed and unwilling to read further, I closed the txt document, deleted it, emptied the recycling bin, and then left to go stick in sandwich in the fridge.
Dear Karma,
Wtf did I do to diserve this?
Ciao for now.
I'm late for my meeting. *Grumbles*
Truely,
~Kigs
In younger years, I would loose entire days into the greenish glow of the monitor.
At one point, I actually had a couch sitting in front of the computer.
This is one of the lazier moments in my life.
Eating is also one of my favorite past times.
My thin physique is extremely deceptive, as I have been known to devour more food than any worldly grandmother can produce in any given evening.
This is another of my lazy lifelong moments.
So, when I come home from a hard day of work and only have an hour to kill before a meeting, I will invariably decide that my hour should be spent relaxing. What better way to relax than to indulge myself in some food and lj. I'm active. I diserve it.
I spent the first half hour of my dinner break constructing a godly sandwich (see: NOT SAMMICH).
I sautee'ed some mushrooms. I buttered and toasted some bread. The deli turkey was lovingly seasoned. The odd green leafy thing which
skadjer told me to buy in leui of lettuce was fresh.All in all, the sandwich was perfect. It was a work of art. The blasted thing was even symmetrical.
So, I put this loving sandwich of the gods on a plate and go to my room to surf the internet. To my further pleasure, I discover that Will has sent me a message telling me that he found a funny story for me to read. What could be better? A funny internet story. A sandwich. Just enough time to enjoy both at my leisure before going to the meeting.
There are certain things which don't make for pleasant conversational topics while eating. Most of these involve bodily functions or gore. To my misfortune, after tasting the first incredible bite of my magnificient sandwich, I discovered that this story revolved around both of these.
WTF, Will? -5 life points.
By the time I had finished swallowing my second bite of the sandwich, the story had mentioned vomit, shit, half-nude gymnastics, greasy food, and screaming children. Dismayed and unwilling to read further, I closed the txt document, deleted it, emptied the recycling bin, and then left to go stick in sandwich in the fridge.
Dear Karma,
Wtf did I do to diserve this?
Ciao for now.
I'm late for my meeting. *Grumbles*
Truely,
~Kigs
