There are certain things about my ex that I miss, and most all of them deal with administrivia, aka changing light bulbs and MAKING ME THE FUD. He made dinner every night because he’s a little girl, but we’ve been friendly lately so I feel bad about ragging on him for being such a LITTLE GIRL. Anyway, I’m learning how to cook!
Recipe for boiled chicken:
1) Buy a chicken
2) Defrost it, try to get it all defrosted (even in the center), or you get AIDS
3) Boil it until you’re like, so sure that’s it’s cooked that it’s like really dry
4) Put ketchup on it
5) SWEET BERRY WINE. “Because I SIT WITH IT”
And they were all, Hey! Let’s put Magic Johnson in a commercial! So everyone can associate our refrigerators and couches with AIDS!
So I might go to a different titty bar to waitress (walked out on other place last Sunday). Because not learning from my mistakes is my favorite. I’m not entirely sure I’m even going to take a third job anymore. Maybe bank teller. Any ideas? *sigh* I know you guys are gonna be dicks, lol. Don’t disappoint me. :)
