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Dec. 23rd, 2001 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzIt is SOOO cold. As I was driving my bicycle it wasn't and I had a good time with K's Choice singing in both my ears. But then I came home. The cold rushes in from the bones it was hiding in...
Argh...I'll never eat again. My stepmom is a good cook, just not tonight. We had fish for entre's. I skipped. Then there was cold meat (it was hot but it cooled down too fast). The sauce was cold also, the beans (haricot verts) were good. The mushrooms in cream were too salty. The dessert were brownies. And I don't like brownies.
You might wonder why I am in such a bad mood? Well, dinner sucked! I was right on time, at 4 pm. My brother didn't show up until 5.30 or 6 pm. So I was locked up in one house with my father for a smashing oneandahalf hours. I'm surprised we didn't kill eachother (I was in the mood, but I am sort of civilised in those things).
Then there was an agonizing 'borrel' where the hors d'oevres were served. It was okay, but my brother and his girlfriend kept running away around the house.
Ofcourse, everyone was so obsessed with drinking alcohol (that is why I was by bike, because no-one dares NOT to drink and drive me home) that they were shocked to see I didn't. If drinking alcohol lets me drive 2 hours in the blistering cold, I'd rather pass.
So the fun for me was far away to be found.
Let me just...get warm again.
Argh...I'll never eat again. My stepmom is a good cook, just not tonight. We had fish for entre's. I skipped. Then there was cold meat (it was hot but it cooled down too fast). The sauce was cold also, the beans (haricot verts) were good. The mushrooms in cream were too salty. The dessert were brownies. And I don't like brownies.
You might wonder why I am in such a bad mood? Well, dinner sucked! I was right on time, at 4 pm. My brother didn't show up until 5.30 or 6 pm. So I was locked up in one house with my father for a smashing oneandahalf hours. I'm surprised we didn't kill eachother (I was in the mood, but I am sort of civilised in those things).
Then there was an agonizing 'borrel' where the hors d'oevres were served. It was okay, but my brother and his girlfriend kept running away around the house.
Ofcourse, everyone was so obsessed with drinking alcohol (that is why I was by bike, because no-one dares NOT to drink and drive me home) that they were shocked to see I didn't. If drinking alcohol lets me drive 2 hours in the blistering cold, I'd rather pass.
So the fun for me was far away to be found.
Let me just...get warm again.
