spoiled milk
i look like my mom.
first story:
i went to el torito for dinner with my dad and we sat at the bar. the bartender knows my parents, so he said a quick hi and begin making drinks. several minutes later he came up to us with two cadillac margaritas, the drinks my parents always order. apparently, he made 2 because he thought i was my mom. you see, he only took a quick glance at us when my dad said hi. anyways, my dad and i had a good laugh about it and in the end, my dad drank both drinks. fact: cadillac margaritas aren't my drink when i go to el torito. whether i'm 21 years old or not, i always like to get a virgin strawberry daiquiri. plus this bartender always makes it really good...he adds other fruit juices....yum! :D
i'm addicted to bones.
second story:
in one week i finished season 2 and i only have 3 episodes of season 3 left. seriously, i haven't been this addicted to a show since 24 and that was three years ago. this is a problem, but not really. i think over time i've developed a stronger stomach because of this show. the other day i was eating oatmeal while watching an episode and then bam...they pull out some scrambled brains that look very similar to the oatmeal i was eating. anyways, it's a good show, end of story.
i started having dreams again.
third story:
random details...ran a yellow light, got pulled over and couldn't find my driver's license. interpretation given by my dad, "slow down." thanks dad. different dream...stormy night, had to get to aircraft carrier to fly a plane in order to save an army post...whoa! final dream...can't remember anymore.
i drank really bad milk.
fourth story:
the day i was eating that oatmeal, i was looking for milk and i found some in our fridge. it was only a day past it's expiration date and i've tasted milk that was still good several days after it's expiration date. anyways, at first i just smelled it. didn't smell too good, but sometimes i don't trust my nose even though i think it's my best sense. for some reason i decided to taste it. i pulled out a teaspoon and poured me some milk. and then...i tasted the worse milk i could have ever tasted in my life. super spoiled, just after a day. yuck!! but yes, i tend to eat/taste a lot of spoiled food. i'm not too cautious about that stuff, especially when it comes to dairy products. so please protect me from spoiled foods.
...and at the end of the day.
fifth story:
just kidding. i don't have any more stories off the top of my head. it's late and in the words of abby, "i'm tired." so...
good night toni.
good night anna.
good night abby.
good night kim.
good night dean.
good night jamie.
good night krystle.
good night jesus.
good night world. :)
first story:
i went to el torito for dinner with my dad and we sat at the bar. the bartender knows my parents, so he said a quick hi and begin making drinks. several minutes later he came up to us with two cadillac margaritas, the drinks my parents always order. apparently, he made 2 because he thought i was my mom. you see, he only took a quick glance at us when my dad said hi. anyways, my dad and i had a good laugh about it and in the end, my dad drank both drinks. fact: cadillac margaritas aren't my drink when i go to el torito. whether i'm 21 years old or not, i always like to get a virgin strawberry daiquiri. plus this bartender always makes it really good...he adds other fruit juices....yum! :D
i'm addicted to bones.
second story:
in one week i finished season 2 and i only have 3 episodes of season 3 left. seriously, i haven't been this addicted to a show since 24 and that was three years ago. this is a problem, but not really. i think over time i've developed a stronger stomach because of this show. the other day i was eating oatmeal while watching an episode and then bam...they pull out some scrambled brains that look very similar to the oatmeal i was eating. anyways, it's a good show, end of story.
i started having dreams again.
third story:
random details...ran a yellow light, got pulled over and couldn't find my driver's license. interpretation given by my dad, "slow down." thanks dad. different dream...stormy night, had to get to aircraft carrier to fly a plane in order to save an army post...whoa! final dream...can't remember anymore.
i drank really bad milk.
fourth story:
the day i was eating that oatmeal, i was looking for milk and i found some in our fridge. it was only a day past it's expiration date and i've tasted milk that was still good several days after it's expiration date. anyways, at first i just smelled it. didn't smell too good, but sometimes i don't trust my nose even though i think it's my best sense. for some reason i decided to taste it. i pulled out a teaspoon and poured me some milk. and then...i tasted the worse milk i could have ever tasted in my life. super spoiled, just after a day. yuck!! but yes, i tend to eat/taste a lot of spoiled food. i'm not too cautious about that stuff, especially when it comes to dairy products. so please protect me from spoiled foods.
...and at the end of the day.
fifth story:
just kidding. i don't have any more stories off the top of my head. it's late and in the words of abby, "i'm tired." so...
good night toni.
good night anna.
good night abby.
good night kim.
good night dean.
good night jamie.
good night krystle.
good night jesus.
good night world. :)

1 Comments:
good stories bmay- now it's time for me to sleep soon hahha
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