Gross! I ate a TOMATO!!
Well, not a whole tomato...just a bite. But it was the only whole-bite-of-tomato that I've had in two decades.
I had ordered a #4 slim from Jimmy John's on Baxter. The whole point of a "slim" is that it doesn't have lettuce, sprouts, or tomato. Well, they made mine wrong, even though they called out "turkey slim with cheese!" when they finished it and handed it to me. When I got home to add honey dijon mustard, I saw the sprouts/lettuce/mayo mistake and promptly corrected it. I bit. I chewed. I noticed something gross. I looked at my sandwich and saw a layer of red.
The employees were sneaker than I suspected, having hidden the tomato slices under the turkey slices. Not cool.
In response to my last post, I have not exactly been swamped by women begging to go out with me. Then again, only 7.5 people regularly read my blog. All those counter hits down at the bottom of my page are really just me checking my blog for comments/responses at the speed of 0.05 coppedges or 0.05 CPg. (One coppedge, abbreviated "CPg", equals 9.42 looks/hour. It's like 2.17 megahertz, abbreviated "MHz", or 1.0 mega-geek, abbreviated "BeN". Whom I adore. Really.)
Two major projects completed this week: final paper on Charles Ives' Concord Sonata and class presentation on Auffuhrüngspraxis in Bach's keyboard music. What's due before FRI 05 MAY? A comprehensive listening exam, a written exam, and a paper worth 50% of my grade in one class. I'll be so happy (read: drunk) come next Friday after 11:00 a.m.
I'm only kidding about the drunk part. My biggest partying happens when a friend or two drop by and grab a beer: I'll mix a drink and chill out, but I'm too old to drink a lot. It's really hard to recover.
I had ordered a #4 slim from Jimmy John's on Baxter. The whole point of a "slim" is that it doesn't have lettuce, sprouts, or tomato. Well, they made mine wrong, even though they called out "turkey slim with cheese!" when they finished it and handed it to me. When I got home to add honey dijon mustard, I saw the sprouts/lettuce/mayo mistake and promptly corrected it. I bit. I chewed. I noticed something gross. I looked at my sandwich and saw a layer of red.
The employees were sneaker than I suspected, having hidden the tomato slices under the turkey slices. Not cool.
In response to my last post, I have not exactly been swamped by women begging to go out with me. Then again, only 7.5 people regularly read my blog. All those counter hits down at the bottom of my page are really just me checking my blog for comments/responses at the speed of 0.05 coppedges or 0.05 CPg. (One coppedge, abbreviated "CPg", equals 9.42 looks/hour. It's like 2.17 megahertz, abbreviated "MHz", or 1.0 mega-geek, abbreviated "BeN". Whom I adore. Really.)
Two major projects completed this week: final paper on Charles Ives' Concord Sonata and class presentation on Auffuhrüngspraxis in Bach's keyboard music. What's due before FRI 05 MAY? A comprehensive listening exam, a written exam, and a paper worth 50% of my grade in one class. I'll be so happy (read: drunk) come next Friday after 11:00 a.m.
I'm only kidding about the drunk part. My biggest partying happens when a friend or two drop by and grab a beer: I'll mix a drink and chill out, but I'm too old to drink a lot. It's really hard to recover.
posted by Jason at 9:01 PM
5 Comments:
Take it from me (your elder by a year or two): you're never really too old to drink a lot.
Hmm, am I the ".5" that reads your blog?
I hope you drink tonight at the party. That would make me happy!
Girls begging for dates? Do you really want that?
At least you get to be done on May 5, I have to go until May 12- and then that is when the fun starts, because I study for the bar. Tell me it wasn't that bad??
The bar was all that bad and then some. Remember, I failed the California bar twice, and it was really really awful. A low point. Facing the Georgia bar was tough b/c of those failing scores, but Georgia was an "easier" state. I still studied 4 months to pass on my first try. Have fun, if you can.
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