Thou has taken .edu
as a mail extension
at a place of soggy water-retention
my wrist, my pinky
who else shall find them so stinky?
and leave my music completely re-written
while having my case warmed by a kitten
Diet Dr. Pepper is nothing like regular Dr. Pepper, but they’re both repulsive, like Roger Chillingworth. And they’re better tasting warm. Therefore, I scrapped my philosophical “visual-rondo” of Ethan Frome and chose to make an abstract statue of ol’Chilly out of aluminium cans. [haha, I said aluminium.] I’m gonna glue him together with hot glue, then fill all the cans with water and freeze it. Hopefully, it won’t thoroughly thaw out by 7th period.
Dwee and I made a delightful pasta thing for lunch today. We threw together wholesome fresh ingredients and then adulterated their natural souls with a packet of burrito-flavoring mix, which contained MSG, disguised under two names.
Oo-I tried a milkshake! Since it was made at an establishment not known for quality desserts (Dip Top, bleaugh), I think I’ll give it another chance. But really, its repulsive simplicity made me want to fully recognize my closet-lactose-intolerance.
World Cup soccer/football is a great way to learn geography in other languages. Ecuador, anyone?
Gee. I have to keep drinking these Diet Dr. Peppers. My bladder’s never handled any quantity of anything this artificial before, so uh..I hope the poor poorly-elastic thing holds up.