there's sour milk in my nalogene

i don't think it gets any worse than that. sour milk, we all hate it, unless it's done properly. the more i think about it, my day has been alot like sour milk.

it was bound to be a bad day no matter what. it was thursday. though thursday has some okay tv shows, and preludes to the infamous third day of the weekend; friday.

the reason the day directly correlated to sour milk is simple. if by chance sour milk goes the right way, you can end up with a concoction like yogurt or cheeses and the like. but the other 90% of the time, it's just this disgusting unwanted turn out.

fabulous. my life is currently sour milk. unwanted. unintentional. reeks.

the culmination of all of this was the fact that my bed, that has risers, fell down. I was making it, pissed off at the fact that the sheets were mangled everywhere, and it just fell.

added to that, was the fact that i'm not in the one place i want to be.

as seen above, montreal.

mehhh crap i've been distracted... we'll continue this later.

answering my question on why the cape sucks-- " it's like iceland... in the winter."a.reg

textually frusterated,

pho[tog]rapher

Name-Brand

alright. so when you're little, your parents try to trick you into buying store-brand products. mac & cheese, cereal, bread. but for some reason, your 5 year old mind can't handle it. we can't tear ourselves away from the blue box that we know as kraft. well, at least i couldn't. i constantly ate the fake-orange concoction and don't really know why i was so fascinated with it. some of us realize that the name brands are just as good as the store brands, only they cost more.

it's taken me 18 years to realize this.

after my first grocery shopping experience, i was able to conclude this. i'm not saying that i've never shopped alone before. but my friend and i had our first experience of shopping for groceries for ourselves at college. we had to foot the bill, compare prices, and decide what we truly wanted, and what we truly needed. it was some kind of moment.

last night i was stuck under the trance of my computer, until 4 in the morning, working on a paper. in the midst of my horrfying night, i found comfort in a bowl of apple jacks. the thing is, these weren't really apple jacks, rather 'apple dapples'- the local store's brand. from being a blue-box-brand loving kid, i realized that these dapples met up to the match that are the jacks. i'm addicted to them, and i saved at least 30cents, which in the college world, is a lot.

alright, sorry for the lamest first post ever.
meeting time.

until then, textually frusterated,
pho[tog]rapher