one word, two syllables: demarcation

standing in line at the supermarket waiting for my goods to be scanned, i was looking at my junk and thinking "do the vendibles you stand in line with describe the person you are?" cause mine showed i was living the fast food life. 2 types of mac and cheese, crispy seaweed thing, some weird dried mushroom snacks, sour cream & chives microwaveable pasta, baked pasta sauce and pre-mixed brownies don't exactly scream "check out my zero percent body fat physique!" i've come to terms with the fact that i'm gonna live fast food, die young. not obese and old like my momma says. just make sure my grave-hole is big enough to fit young and roly poly me.

went to two supermarkets today cause Giant just doesn't satisfy my mac & cheese or japanese snacks requirements.

i'm typing out big momma's craggy wrinkly old recipe book from the days of yore and i am even more convinced that good penmanship is essential, yo. "sapu margerine ke dalam awan"? no, i don't think that's right.

just downloaded skype and discovered the blog post feature on microsoft word. yes, i know i'm on the slow train. at least it's not the slutty one.