the night of the parentheses

I would like to issue a formal apology for the typos that made it into the last post. I usually read it at least once, ya know? Apparently not yesterday. (Would it help to say I was drunk? I wasn’t, but you never know, you know?) (Did that last question try to imply that you could be drunk without knowing it? Wow, I am off to a stellar start tonight, aren’t I.)

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I suspect that mini bananas are laced with some delicious drug.

The kind of delicious drug that makes you want more mini bananas and less proofreading, I guess.

They’re very thin skinned (although that could have had something  to do with how ripe this one was, I guess?) and very sweet. I don’t understand the difference – for all I know they’re lab grown (although I couldn’t find anything that indicated that was true in a very short chat with my buddy in the internet).

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Oh, speaking of the internet! (Terrible segueway in three… two… one…) Guess what the internet totally forgot about? The rainforest. Do you remember when everyone cared a super lot about the rainforest? I do. I was in a group called the Rainforest Action Group when I was in sixth grade. We rapped. For real – there was a video of me rapping. I said ‘my name is Emma and I’m here to say, I care for the rainforest in a major way’.

That did really happen. As far as I know the video no longer exists. It’s too bad, because I think I was wearing a Hypercolor tee shirt and I would really like to see that shirt again.

(OH did you see my sparkly cool thumbnail with the messy edges? The gems are from these stickers I got at King Soopers for $4.99.) (Very sparkly.) (Very cool.)

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I’m so glad I ordered harissa. This is chickpea and harissa and chicken and celery and yogurt salad, and I love it. I didn’t stir it very well, though, so some bites are all WOW HELLO HARISSA.

(Do you remember Clarissa Explains it All? I feel like Clarissa would have appreciated my rainforest rap.)

Last night, Crockett had a bad night. You know those nights when you’re just irritated? You stub your toe and your girlfriend’s dog pukes on your carpet and … you know, bad nights.

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I asked him what would make him feel better, and he said beet salad from Lucky Pie. Since he got a salad, I didn’t feel like I could get a pizza, because then I would have eaten it all up, so I got a strawberry salad.

With salted Marcona almonds. And goat cheese.

Could a woman live off almonds and goat cheese?

I suspect a woman could.

(If that woman were me.)

(Parenthetical.)

 

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