While over watching High Fidelity at Arlen and Ryan's, I'm told to help myself to the baked goods in the kitchen (a fourth, mystery roommate works at a bakery and brings home goodies).
I grab what I think is a cinnamon bun and pull a piece off. It is not a cinnamon bun.
And it is terrible.
I spit it out, return the rest of the unidentified baked item to the bag and rinse out my mouth. Several times.
When I get back to the lounge, I tell Ryan about the sweet impostors.
"Oh yeah... I think those are cheese & Vegemite buns... sorry."
What a terrible idea.
Terrible, terrible, terrible.
About Me
- Ali
- I'm silly, rambunctious, self-involved, somewhat arrogant (I like to hope it's endearing), and wear my heart on my sleeve. People, storytelling, sunshine, and funny stuff are my top sources of glee. *** A large percentage of my time is spent daydreaming and I've had a narrator for as long as I can remember (which is around 2-&-a-bit years old). Until recently, I assumed everyone had one. Apparently, it's considered an indicator of possible mental health issues. I would have hoped the narrator would have worked that in sooner, but clearly it was news to both of us. *** I stopped focusing on dance about a year ago and have since discovered the joys of theatre, improv, beer, and idleness. The consequent improvement in my quality of life is impressive, to say the least. And now it's time for adventuring. I've packed up my bag and hit the road. These are my stories.
1 comment:
haha ewwww.
It's funny, because I loooove Marmite, but despise Vegemite, and as far as I can tell, they're basically the same thing...
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