I was preheating the oven when my smoke alarm started beeping a couple minutes ago. I looked in the oven and there was a little sausage on fire that fell off the frozen pizza I baked last night. LOL. I was going to reach my bare arm in there to take it out, but I remembered the great oven rack burn of 1998 and thought twice about it. So I put one of those arm-length oven mitts on for protection. It’s really difficult to use tongs when you’re wearing an oven mitt, so it took me a while to get that little b*tch out! And that has been my day so far… and my sister wonders what the hell I do at home by myself haha. Sometimes I blast my iPod and rock out in my panties. Sometimes I take hot showers and fall asleep afterwards (sometimes?). Sometimes I call Edgar and bug him at work. And sometimes I talk to myself. It’s a good thing I’m easily amused. I feel like I should do something productive like go to the gym, but I don’t think my body could handle that kind of strenuous activity right now haha. I think I’ll just take a long, hot shower and take a nap before my night class. Call me if anything’s going on tonight, b*tches!
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