I'm hoping that this whole cooking situation is just a passing phase.
My entire life I was content in knowing that when I grew up I was going to hook up with somebody who would cook for me. Then I'd graciously do the dishes and we'd call it even.
Unfortunately, now that I've found that I enjoy making dinner for people, I fear it's going to be the other way around and eventually I'm going to be obligated to cook dinner every night.
Except on Saturday nights, which is the traditional Chinese Take Out and DVD night.
Assuming that I'll get out of the Regal void and eventually have free Saturday nights again.
My television is making a strange buzzing noise of which I'm not so sure is a good thing.
The buzzing is getting louder with every passing minute and I'm waiting for the screen to explode and chards of glass to come flying at my face.
I'm growing tired of drivers on my daily commute who feel like they're entitled to something on the road.
The kind of people who drive 50 mph in the passing lane and when they change lanes it's like, "I want to merge right this second so I'm going to change lanes right now whether you like it or not and I'm not going to use my turn signal because that would require extra exertion and you should be paying attention to which way I'm going anyway."
It's always the same folk as well: old people in Volvos or people in white minivans with a "W '04" sticker on the back.
I think the old people feel like they deserve something because they're so old and they've been around for a long time. In truth, most of these people have never done anything highly monumental in their lives. Most of these people just gave birth to kids who grew up to drive white minivans with "W '04" stickers on the back windshields.
It's a vicious cycle, somebody has to stop it.
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I hope that I never have enough fat bloated children that I feel I need a minivan to haul them around. I plan on working to end the cycle. We should probably start a campaign. I guess there is no cycle to end in either of our families but we could enlighten other people from families of this nature. Move away from the gameboy you fat funonion (how do you spell that?) eating freak (yeah! illiteration!) Say no to saturated fat and far rightwingers!!!!
Why is it that junk food seems to make people MORE fertile and not less? Wouldn't you think that people who eat fruitnut (er...excuse me, fruits and nuts and vegetables) would be more likely to have kids? Why is it that people who waddle through costco leaving a trail of cheeto crumbs and snickers bar wrappers in their midst have 4 to 7 little buggers running circles around them?
end diatribe.
Whoa, this is a pg site! Though I am in full support I mean what? Anyone watch idiocracy yet?
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