I almost burned down my boyfriend's apartment on his birthday. Melted CD cases (nothing good, thankfully), charred bookcase... And I made artichoke soup with soy milk for him, not realizing that he obviously wouldn't want it because he thinks soy has a funny taste, and also not realizing that he's not the soup-for-supper type. The poor guy, stuck eating my artichoke soy soup with weird pita garlic bread... and to make things worse, instead of real ice cream, I got tofutti for him. I almost set fire to his home, and as if that weren't enough, I forced copious amounts of soy on the poor man. On his birthday.
NO common sense over here. So, if what you say is true, take comfort in the fact that you're not alone.
Of course, the no common sense part was more the whole almost-fire thing. The soy thing was just unfortunate and added to the mood of "Marie is fucking this thing up".
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Period.
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NO common sense over here. So, if what you say is true, take comfort in the fact that you're not alone.
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Personally, I thought the soup was pretty good.
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