Last night was a real treat. As I mentioned, I hadn't been feeling too hot and neither Theran nor I were in much of a mood to cook. The less effort the better. So we decided to have an imported North American delicacy, curtesy of a package from my dad at Xmas. Can you guess???
Mmm.....delicious. It was exactly what I was in the mood for. So yummy.
As for the kid's name. I went with Tyson seeing as that seemed to be a popular choice. The name is cute, but it kind of reminded me of Mike Tyson, so I was unsure. But then the Chinese teacher told me that this little boy is "different" and that we shouldn't make him angry. So that settled it, Tyson it was. Although the more I think about it, the more I'm considering changing it to Leroy. First of all because Margie scares me 
, but also, it just sort of suits him.
Anyway, time to go to my Chinese lesson.
My tan is peeling. Goddamn it all.
3 comments:
Most, if not all, of the things that I usually say are lies. But this is not one of those things. (Well, except for the pain part.)When I was three years old, I loved Cheese. To abate my abuse of cheese products, my mother told me that Cheese was actually the mold that grows between your toes.I am now 23 years old. And to this day, I cannot bring myself to eat most Cheese products, including Kraft Dinner. I find them disgusting to the point of inedibility. So essentially, your picture of Kraft Dinner has dredged up that demon from my past.Now you know of my cheese pain, and you can start taking steps to help me through it.
you should name someone NEMOY
Oh god, Kraft chicken feet noodles?
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