My fridge has leftover pizza, some ketchup and nonesense like that in it. Nothing useful. "A fridge full of condiments and nothing to eat." It matches my single-serving friends. (That's a Fight Club reference. I have real, long-term friends. Honestly.)
All week I've run out for lunch and I really hate doing it. The choices are pretty lame: Wawa, Subway, McDonalds, Manhattan Bagel, grocery store salad bar. Blah. Ok, maybe those choices aren't that bad, but after a few times, it gets old. Factor in that I'm a vegetarian and the choices are narrowed further.
Whaaaaa.... I just need to suck it up and go to the store already. Stupid agoraphobia. Stupid stupid.
But I can't stop making this hook rug. It's going to rock my socks when it's done. That's right, ROCK MY SOCKS!
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