Gotta make it work.

1500+ more words. :)

Can you believe it? I opened the fridge and there was not a single orange! Not even a whiff of that zangy smell.
I continued my search, no melon in sight, no pear, no grapes, no yogurt, no left over bar of chocolate, no strawberry yogurt drink, no cheesecake....

I'm hungry in the middle of the night. Feed me. :(

I looked around, counted, there are 13 raw eggs. Should i microwave them? I'd get cancer at the rate I microwave all my food. Not forgetting we're having those cancerous atas sausages tomorrow! I would use a better word instead of cancerous if only I recall what the doctor said. Heh. Boil them? Poach them? I could not decide besides i wasn't particularly craving for eggs in the middle of the night. Plain old white bread smiled at me, modelled for me back and forth on the kitchen table. Picky me do not like white bread unless they're toasted and have cheese and pepper on it. Next...

Grab some crackers and cheese and put them on a nice plate? At the same time, bring out the wine? Sure, and be knocked out cold before I finish my assignment. No, I could do with a bottle of black berry shiraz jam. I hope you hear you hear me loud and clear now Sara even though you are miles and miles away.

All these does not solve the problem of my hunger.

Saw a plain OLD carrot lying at the vegetable compartment in the fridge looking very sad. It did not even bother to squel "eat me". It sat there motionless and sad.

My hands reached for it. Perhaps it was the sad vibes it gave me that made me empathize with it. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. I decided to cut it only to realize that it took so much work and I didn't really feel like eating anymore. HAHA. No, i'm kidding, because it took so much effort from me, I am eating it now.

Nice and cold.
Carrot sticks soaked in ice cold water.


I fewwwl like a ravvvvit...
*bounce out of blogger and return to work*