If I had any milk, I would treat myself to a bag of Hot Cheetos.
But guess what?
We don't have any milk...
If it was the apocalypse and milk was the cause (say, milk turned you into a zombie), I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I drink milk with EVERYTHING. I use milk to make mochas, for Christ sake. If I can't have a glass of milk, I will not function properly. I will LITERALLY not eat much because I can't have a glass of milk BECAUSE we don't own any...
I poured myself a bowl of cereal this morning thinking we had milk. But when I opened the fridge door, a cool wind slapped me in the face and showed me no milk carton. I had to pour my dry cereal BACK into whence it came.
I felt like the most starving child in Washington State.
Don't worry, though. Milk arrives tomorrow, thanks to the milkman.
My day became boring about thirty minutes ago. I'm not sure what to multitask with. I'm hanging out with Mason over IMVU. I could watch videos of gamers gaming. Or I could think up a series to write using IMVU avatars as characters.
Or I could wait until Mason stops playing GTA V and Skypes me.
He can only Skype me for an hour or two since he has work tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow, I'm going to try and bust out some hours of cleaning around the house to satisfy my mother. I bought some IMVU credits today (tee-hee) and added two hours to my already filled chore list. Now I have about fifteen hours to complete doing chores I don't normally do.
I'm starting to think about moving out.
Yet I won't until Mason's out of the Marines.
We promised each other that. <3
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| Crimson Clouds |
Red storm clouds hang heavy over Spring Creek, Queensland, Australia. Photographer Terence West had been chasing the storm across the Southern Downs when he captured this image of the back of the storm just as the sun was going down. “It made me feel that nature was at peace after the anger of the storm,” he wrote.
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