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She rules, untill the end of time...
Mar. 5th, 2004 10:54 pmSooo too restless to be posting, but I'm waiting for someone to call me so that I can go hang with said person.
Can't wait for Brandi to get home... *claws at walls*
Anyway. The soup I made went like this: tomato, with a splash of cream (that fools my mouth into thinking it's ultra-gourmet when it's really not. Cream seems to do that to a lot of foods. I like to keep it around for this reason) and some random seasonings from my cabinet (rosemary, a bay leaf, some steak seasoning). Then, the dumplings! I made dumplings. Dumplings are now my favourite thing ever. So I had creamy tomato soup with six lovely dumplings, which also had herbs in them. I ingested much french bread, also. It was thrilling... or not. But the soup -was- really good.
I want to go sing. Shame it's eleven oclock at night and I can't really sing here for fear (perhaps unfounded) of waking my neighbors, and there's no where open to go sing but bars. And silly me is underaged and wouldn't like bars anyway. Bastards, all of them.
*waits for phone to ring*
*waits some more*
There was a sound just now like someone knocking at my door, and when I opened it there was no one there. I'm back inside and the door is locked (like it always is), but that sort of thing still makes me nervous.
*waits*
Can't wait for Brandi to get home... *claws at walls*
Anyway. The soup I made went like this: tomato, with a splash of cream (that fools my mouth into thinking it's ultra-gourmet when it's really not. Cream seems to do that to a lot of foods. I like to keep it around for this reason) and some random seasonings from my cabinet (rosemary, a bay leaf, some steak seasoning). Then, the dumplings! I made dumplings. Dumplings are now my favourite thing ever. So I had creamy tomato soup with six lovely dumplings, which also had herbs in them. I ingested much french bread, also. It was thrilling... or not. But the soup -was- really good.
I want to go sing. Shame it's eleven oclock at night and I can't really sing here for fear (perhaps unfounded) of waking my neighbors, and there's no where open to go sing but bars. And silly me is underaged and wouldn't like bars anyway. Bastards, all of them.
*waits for phone to ring*
*waits some more*
There was a sound just now like someone knocking at my door, and when I opened it there was no one there. I'm back inside and the door is locked (like it always is), but that sort of thing still makes me nervous.
*waits*