Q: If she finds out, I'm so screwed!

I had the simple joy of cooking my meals today. In fact, the product of my effort can last me for five meals. Inherent reinforcer seemed to work at its best for now. Mondays and Tuesdays can’t get any longer than they already are this semester. At 7pm, right after getting off the Hopkins Shuttle, I made a hasty dash into Eddie’s for an emergency. My fridge has been scavenged thoroughly and all that was left of its innards were garlic and onions. I am not pulling your leg. If you think I did, you’ll need an emergency of your own – to a psychologist that is. Anyway, grocery shopping stories ain’t getting any more exciting than this, that’s for sure but hey, we’re talking about me here. So, I chanced upon this treasure sitting at the aisle in between eggs and butter. Oh my, they sell 8^th Continent Soymilk with the choice of chocolate or natural soy! I now permit you to mind photoshop this glowing aura coming from its carton box of healthy goodness.

A pot of mash potato and five spiced grilled chicken drumsticks in between, a phone call came from Chai. Indian boy supplemented juicy info of a fellow international batch mates, with that it solidified a long time know-why of mine. Boys love gossiping too, you can take my word for it. Never mind that, he was trying to tug at my heartstrings too; saying things what kt and Gavin both mentioned flags “interest” should they come from a guy. “What do you think of me?” “You know, all of us miss you.” “Please call me some time. I’ve always been the one to call. That makes me sad.” Before we make any funny conclusion, by “interest”, it’s a long stretch and varied, definition wise. Chai will be a great guy friend, I can tell. J

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Vonnie S.
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