Well here's the idea...

Is it a soup or is it a meal?
Soup or meal? Think fast!

And that's why I'm so hardcore.

Oh there'll be eggs in there all right.


Just you WAIT.

It's funky. It's the marriage of...Maruchan and Kikkoman...the illicit goingson between Healthy Choice and...and...Maruchan...and Campbell's is stoppin' through with a chic miropoire..miropoix mirrapwor...whatever...

friend, you just don't KNOW....

de pot a-bubble...Oh how de pot ah-bubble.

I am currently accepting applications for the position of "apprentice to the SOUPMASTER". Be sure to include a current resume and a 3-page essay detailing your desire to fill the position. May the best padwan win...

scream.

crap man....
what a genius.
I emptied all the minute rice into a tupperware (7 containers for 3.99 what!) no, into two tupperwares because I was uncomfortable having minute rice way up high with no bag or closure...just way up high exposed in a box that I ripped open because I couldn't find the pour spout.
what a genius...
because you know that since all of a sudden I'm so clean and effeicient and bent on proving Gina wrong, i threw away the box...

with the instructions...

now I have 2/7 of a 3.99 tupperware kit filled to their respective brims with minute rice (something I've never had in my life)
and no
isntructions.

muddah wuk!

(helicopter update) That building across from me is a hospital, and the pad is for med-evacs.
So i have footage of some bandaged androgen being wheeled to where they hope it will be treated.

I have to read Aristotles Poetics for my Poetry as Performance class...
what-ever-will-i-do? Man, I read that junk YEARS ago...
and everyone in the class thinks that he or she is the shot,
and of course they all wanna be cool, and trunk-swing of the Nuyorican...

hmmm.

ADHDAM

cold as an ICY mug...


still job-hunting...

Last night I broke up with Ayana for, i think, the last time.
Oy.
Right after I walked Yana to her car, Khristi called and asked me to take one of the leads in the play.
But I have to sing. A Stevie Wonder song...whatever. I can do it...I just have to study it like it's an accent.
Chu know meng? Ease no harr...Oal chu gotta do is teenk eat out.
right?
Then TiffCab called me and told me that the same guy I'm filling the play for was ALSO the acting leader of the men's fellowship (no pun intended)...
So she wanted me to step into that too...what a ting.
As soon as I let go...all this happens...
Well you can take it how you want...
I've got to get in touch with Enid...
scream at me.

P.S. Is it wrong for a heterosexual guy to work at Lane Bryant? I figure it's just not a very competitive job market for dudes...