I am so glad you can't burn water. And trust me, I know. If it was possible, I'dve already done it. I am so, so kitchen challenged, and so, so prone to danger/failure when in the cooking zone, that I consider it a wonder my mom hasn't banned me yet. Getting on to my original point, I was thinking this would be a random, love all, go with the flow post. I'mma tell you about the latest things that happened to me in a span of thirty minutes.
The first on this list is me leaving the kettle on. Something I'm guilty of all the time. I think it's because I'm not great at focusing on one activity at a time. So I'll walk in, put the kettle on, walk away, get involved in something else, and then fifteen minutes later I realise I'm missing my tea so I run back into the kitchen, turn off the heat, grab multiple ice cubes and laugh at my ineptitude.
This brings me to my next point. Ice cubes. I love- water- on ice. Regular water is alright, chilled water is pretty fly, but the one, the greatest, is water on ice cubes. Nothing else is so fresh, so cool, so refreshing and damn tasty as that. Oh- also, one fast fact about me. I always drink ice water in a mug. Not a glass like normal people. Mugs are where it's at. So at night, maybe like ten, eleven o'clock, when the rest of my family is asleep, I sneak into the kitchen with my mug, snag some ice cubes and pour me some water. Then my dog comes out and asks for ice, because she's cool like that.
Nextly, real quickly, in one sentence. I hate long fingernails.
And with that, my final thought for the evening is about writing. I love writing. A lot. I love to read, I love to create stories with fancy, magical words, and I simply love everything about writing. But it's getting late, so I'll come back to this later. Night!
and hey! so The Pharmacy. Here's a wacky, gotta-love-it video from them! check it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UGsvR4b1Q4&ob=av2e
WAYDWYL! <3 "Then my dog comes out and asks for ice, because she's cool like that." I like that last sentence there <------
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