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brb, hives.
2016-09-28 @ 9:38 p.m.
i fucking HATE cherry/grape tomatoes. listen, when they're good, they're fucking amazing. i will be the first to stand up and say that. making a nice tomato compote or jam? perhaps a tart and coarsely chopped little relish? cherry tomatoes, straight to the front of the line. if you're a foodie, put it on your bucket list to get yourself to nj in the mid-late summer to enjoy some local heirloom tomatoes (and also some sweet corn, dear lord almighty T_T). especially the cherry tomatoes. grilled tuna topped with a warm olive, crushed cherry tomato, and basil salad? transcendent. HOWEVER. when you bite into one of these little fuckers that LOOKS COMPLETELY INCREDIBLE AND FRESH AND PERFECT on the outside, but it is actually this foul little capsule of rot and despair that instantly destroys your will to live? that shit is fucked up. completely negates all of the cherry tomato's good qualities in my opinion. they're too fucking much of a gamble. i was saying to boy the other day that everyone is snacking all the time at work. they're all big snackers. and quite often, someone's eating some peanuts or something and they're like "hey [tinea], want some nuts?" and i feel like i ALWAYS detect a quiet little "heh" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) after they say it. so as i'm telling him this story, and i say "hey [tinea], want some nuts?" he's like heheh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and i'm like oh, okay. so it's just a man thing. came in today, hung around with ER a little bit then went into my office to do some stuff, but my computer was fucking updating for foreeeeverrrr so i decided to go with boss to do some stuff. he's a really weird guy. i don't spend a lot of time with boss because he's always running around doing shit, but when i do i enjoy talking to him. he's a big talker and had a very interesting life and experiences. but i just don't understand him at all. on one hand he is super generous and giving and goes out of his way for people, some who really don't deserve it at all. but then on the other hand, he's kind of terrible to some people who are great! so unless there's some kind of history i'm unaware of, maybe there's more to the story there, i just don't get it. he's also pretty smart, so i REALLY don't understand some of his business decisions sometimes. or even a lot of his decisions in general. it's weird when you know a person who is smart, well-spoken, super experienced and successful, but who has completely abandoned all logic. you're just like, how? how is there such a major malfunction of your wiring, but also how did you make it this far? for REAL though. soooooo i came home about an hour and a half ago with some wendy's. i got a garden salad with croutons and italian dressing, and a baked potato with butter and sour cream. i also had half a bottle of water which i started drinking at work, and refilled with a little water from the tap when i walked in (i drink the tap water daily). i changed my clothes into the clothes i wore to bed yesterday, then came down into the living room and ate my food and started typing this. i also smoked some weed from the bong and my vape. i feel like i'm getting hives? it always starts in my ears, then my throat starts getting weird-feeling. whenever i get hives it's the beginning of a really serious allergic reaction. but what the fuck am i allergic to? the only different thing in this entire situation is that this time, wendy's actually had butter packets for my potato. am i allergic to fake butter? i seriously do this same exact routine every single night. wtf? now i'm freaking out, should i drive alllll the way to the fucking 24 hour pharmacy and get some benadryl just to be safe? it's like 20-25 minutes away. but what if i fuck around too long and i really start having a problem and then i can't drive? goddammit. guess i'm done with this! |