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thoughts
tuscani pasta.
Apr 10th
Has anyone else seen that new Pizza Hut commercial where they bring all these people into this new “restaurant” called Tuscani? They bring all these urbanites in this restaurant space, serve them pasta in large-lipped shallow bowls (it’s the sign of a fancy restaurant), then after they’re all done raving about how great the pasta is, they reveal that the pasta is actually from Pizza Hut.
I hate that commercial.
This means one of two things:
a) Pizza Hut’s pasta is actually really, really good.
b) A lot of people pretend they know about food but can be so easily deceived – and yet have no qualms in giving their meaningless opinion.
Call me crazy, but I’m going to go with the latter. Bunch of kids.
something.
Mar 24th
I felt that I need to write something. Unfortunately, there is so much going on that it’s hard to really settle on one specific topic.
So it finally happened. I knew I had to get over it some day, and I thought I would have (because I definitely should have) gotten over it by this point in time, but it’s still a little rough. I admit – I’m mature enough to have let most of it go. And I have. But there’s this tiny percentage of me that subconsciously hangs on. Why? Because 11 years is a long time.
Here’s to shattered dreams and misguided hope. I’ll drink to that.
lunch.
Feb 26th
Lunch.
The elusive decision that plagues the common worker. The mid-day treat that keeps you striving through the afternoon, only to meet its elder brother, dinner. Settle, and you regret it all afternoon. Go overboard, and you regret it just as much. Oh cruel world, why do you plague mankind with such life-altering decisions?
Imagine what goes on in my head when I DON’T bring my lunch to work with me.
fishing.
Feb 22nd
I’ve only been fishing once in my life. It wasn’t really fancy fishing – it was just a 5rd grade me, a couple of friends, a stick, some twine, and a lure with some bait. I really didn’t expect to catch anything, and I met my expectations fully. Even though I hadn’t expected to catch anything, it was still disheartening to go back empty handed.
A lot of things in life are like fishing.