This is what happens when you think of the punchlines before the blog post

Someone spilled white out on the northeast radar again. They really gotta stop that.

In living in the Townhouses and having to make/cook/buy my own food, I've come to realize that it is certainly possible to think that you have no food left at all in the house for dinner when in fact you have just a bag of hot dog buns and a half-full bag of potatoes, though you've forgotten about them. So there they sit, long after the fact, to be discovered someday the next semester by someone that's not me. I mean, "someone that's not you," since we're certainly talking about a hypothetical scenario here. Anyway, so they're discovered and thrown away, which is unfortunate because when I buy food, I (while hoping it never comes to it) assume that a lengthy amount of time might pass and it will begin to grow whatever. That's the point at which my food becomes a science project. (Oh, and there we go back to first person...you get the picture.)

While on the topic, I'd like to mention that there's some sort of plant growing in the dark recesses of one of our cabinets. At least, I assume it's a plant. It looks like it's been there since last semester (maybe November?), but I'm not good at estimating that sort of thing. I can't even tell what it's growing out of (potatoes?), but I know for a fact that it's not mine (my potatoes are in another cabinet, thank you), so luckily I'm absolved of any and all responsibility.

I tell you this, dear reader, in the good faith that you won't tell anyone else living in my house because I dream of having a majority of them in the kitchen, opening up the door, and saying, "Yo, there's a plant growing in the cabinet." Then hilarity ensues. Try and tell me that "there's a plant growing in the cabinet" isn't funny. You'll see. Just don't tell anyone, ok, internetz?

In other news, I've decided to grow my beard back, and while it has worked its way back, it's making me realize that the line between absolute laziness and stylish cleanliness is the jawline.* (Buh dum chum.)

*Give or take a little around the chin area...and I just ruined the joke by clarifying.

Comments

[RDiz]

All around this post was very hard to follow. You are lucky I didn't just give up after the first few sentences. But since I made it all the way through, let me say one thing. I am glad I don't have anything in the cabinets in the kitchen.

I expect a better post next time. This one was less goodery than the last.