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Jan. 9th, 2003 02:20 am...So it hit me that I should eat, since it was like 16 hours ago and all..
It turns out that my fridge is a disaster area. Unspeakable things live there. The spawn of Chthullu live there..and in the kitchen sink, all the fungi from Yoggoth and their aborted fetuses lies floating aimlessly. Needless to say I lost several sanity points.
BUT..all hope is not gone. I have plenty of parmesan cheeze left from new years..
Boyfriends or guys I've been with and their cooking skills:
The first was a kid, and I was a kid. We ate pizza.
::skip::
First love, the short brit. He was a decent cook, but sadly enough a vegetarian.
::skip some::
There was a sloppy one, who had cat hair in his food (accidentally I presume)..I like cats and all..but not that much.
::skip again::
The only really nasty one. He was a very good cook though.
::skip::
Then there was one who claimed to be one of the greatest chefs in this town. For all his talk he only ever cooked me 3 meals. He became a really good friend though. (yes it's M )
The last one was sweet, but also a terrible cook. He cremated bacon and called that a meal. We separated before any of us developed Cancer.
Boman is certainly not a boyfriend. He is a boy and a friend though, and he is quite good in the culinary arts...but also kind of a vegetarian (a cheating one!), and besides, we seldom eat at the same times.
I like to think that I'm not so bad myself when it comes to cooking. But cooking just for oneself is a little like masturbation, you get fed, but... =)
oh well..back to gnawing a piece of cheeze.. ::ratty grin::
It turns out that my fridge is a disaster area. Unspeakable things live there. The spawn of Chthullu live there..and in the kitchen sink, all the fungi from Yoggoth and their aborted fetuses lies floating aimlessly. Needless to say I lost several sanity points.
BUT..all hope is not gone. I have plenty of parmesan cheeze left from new years..
Boyfriends or guys I've been with and their cooking skills:
The first was a kid, and I was a kid. We ate pizza.
::skip::
First love, the short brit. He was a decent cook, but sadly enough a vegetarian.
::skip some::
There was a sloppy one, who had cat hair in his food (accidentally I presume)..I like cats and all..but not that much.
::skip again::
The only really nasty one. He was a very good cook though.
::skip::
Then there was one who claimed to be one of the greatest chefs in this town. For all his talk he only ever cooked me 3 meals. He became a really good friend though. (yes it's M )
The last one was sweet, but also a terrible cook. He cremated bacon and called that a meal. We separated before any of us developed Cancer.
Boman is certainly not a boyfriend. He is a boy and a friend though, and he is quite good in the culinary arts...but also kind of a vegetarian (a cheating one!), and besides, we seldom eat at the same times.
I like to think that I'm not so bad myself when it comes to cooking. But cooking just for oneself is a little like masturbation, you get fed, but... =)
oh well..back to gnawing a piece of cheeze.. ::ratty grin::