Aisle 3: The Empty Aisle
Well, it's that time again. The time that I've been avoiding. I am going to have to go grocery shopping, whether I like it or not. I'm in a trnsitional phase right now. I'm pretty poor but soon I will be not as poor and soon after that I will be pretty darn comfortable. But that time, she is not now. However I need groceries. I need dinner and lunch for tomorrow, and the next few days. I am getting some care packages soonish, but regardless I don't think I can stomach peanut butter and fluff or my roommate's lasagna any more. Not that either are bad, both are quite good, I just need something else. Something non-pasta based. The only real bad thing is that my mind is drawing a blank on what to make. Maybe pizza. Ooo French bread pizza would be nice.
I've been putting off grocery shopping for quite some time now. It seems my roommates don't go into it all that much either. The fridge is almost always empty. Maybe it's a New York thing. In any case I'm so not use to it. I need a fridge with random food in it at all times. Non-liquid food. Ugh... I hate grocery shopping on a budget.
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Tossed into a slightly more expansive supermarket our anti-hero moves through the night like a pirate (i.e. rather loudly and most likely drunkenly singing a song).
That Guy Who Writes This
- HairballofDoom
- Melbourne, Florida, United States
- Legos or Lincoln Logs, it's a tough choice.
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