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26 September 2005 @ 04:28 pm
Beer and Chocolate: You know, kid stuff.  
So, today as I stared into my fridge, I realized several things: 1) I do not live like other people live, and 2) I've somehow become the person responsible for purchasing all things that can actively sustain life.

Strange things have been happening lately, and I like to blame it on signing a lease. While all of these things, on their own, are more or less completely unremarkable, they point toward a burgeoning sense of responsibility and semi-adulthood that make me entirely uncomfortable. I remember to water my roomate's plant. I've taken up sweeping the floor. I do the dishes. I wake up at nine in the morning at the latest generally, or feel that I've wasted the day. I do laundry (!!!!!) every week. I clean the kitchen, and the bathroom every few days. I take out the trash. I have a day planner that I kind of use. I'm hyper aware of how much electricity is being used at all times.

I've remembered to buy q-tips twice in a row when at the supermarket.

That's maybe the most damning thing of all.

The fridge, though, the fridge makes me feel somewhat more comfortable with myself. Because inside that fridge, you will find the following:

1 egg
Too old fruit juice my roomate keeps insisting is fine
Butter
Gazpacho
Fifty million hundred tomatoes (or at least it seems that way)
Jam
Shredded cheese
Sliced grapefruit
An eighteen pack of Coors Light
A bottle of wine
Salad fixings

In the freezer you will find:

Five cartons of ice cream.

That's right, folks. No milk. No bread. 1 egg. And five cartons of ice cream. I am not quite the terrifying specter of my parents I had begun to think of myself as. No, no. Thank God.
 
 
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Adoable Frunk: not a mountie Elijahlyra_sena on September 26th, 2005 08:33 pm (UTC)
... and yet your refrigerator still has more items in it than mine.

veredusveredus on September 26th, 2005 09:32 pm (UTC)
Don't say that! I live in the fantasy that you will come and live with me and I will come home to find my fridge filled with wonderful, delicious things that I never remember to buy for myself.

Don't ruin my dream or I cut you!
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on September 26th, 2005 09:40 pm (UTC)
okay, see, but the thing is? With two of us, it will be! Magically filled! Because it won't all go to waste!

... don't cut me.
veredusveredus on September 26th, 2005 11:28 pm (UTC)
I'm gonna hold you to that.

If not...

...*schnick*
.: rock the fuck on (obsessedmuch)hackthis on September 26th, 2005 09:03 pm (UTC)
I'm feeling that 18 pack of beer myself. Or I would be if it wasn't nasty American beer. Now, if you'd said it was Heineken, I could've understood. And from one bachelor to another, can I just say that is a-okay. Normally, there's nothing more in my fridge than eggs (out-dated), juice, and cheese.*

*I had to stop stocking alcohol, because I couldn't keep it *in* stock.