Ten Little Chances to be Free (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-12-04 08:46 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-12-04 08:46 pm
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I've discovered that I can get large quantities of milk-free food that wouldn't ordinarily be milk-free from the co-op in town... they've got a large selection of vegan food, and most of their stuff doesn't have weird ingredients in it so I don't have to worry as much about whey or casein being added in. So I can get allergy-safe cake mix and cookies and energy bars, and they also stock a brand of saltines I like and the only decent pretzels in a 50-mile radius.
The upshot of this is that tonight I tasted chocolate for about the third time in my life. Personally? I didn't like it. Must be an acquired taste, which most people acquire very early in life and don't think about. Because, yuck.
Also picked up some candles and WD-40 at the hardware store. Heh, heh. I was going to get some paraffin or heptane so I could do cool tricks like fire-breathing or lighting my hand on fire, but there was someone from my school at the cashier and I figured it would look just slightly suspicious.
The trip back, however, was quite unpleasant. I've figured out the local bus schedule: the bus appears every hour, on the hour, except when you are waiting for it. When you have given up and walked away from the stop, a bus will appear, but since you are not at the stop will pass you right by. If you succeed in getting it to stop by waving/screaming/stepping into the road in front of it, it will not be headed to your destination point.
So I walked back, and discovered another thing: either my thumbs are completely invisible to everyone but me, or the drivers around here are all assholes who can't spare thirty seconds to pick up a broke college student and give him and his groceries a lift two measly miles up the hill back to school. Okay, I understand not picking up hitchhikers, but flicking your high beams on because you know I'm looking into your headlights does qualify you for asshole-dom.
Also, the roads here could stand to be a bit better lit. I almost killed myself on several occasions on the way back due to phenomena known as Black Ice and Ditches And Random Posts And Fragments Of Barbed Wire Fence That Are Completely Invisible In Total Darkness.
Also, much love and ass-smackings to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
im_a_shark for the Cabaret soundtrack. You rock.
elfmanfan, if you get a chance to read this... call me again? I know I'm not the greatest telephone conversationalist, but I miss talking to you every night.
The upshot of this is that tonight I tasted chocolate for about the third time in my life. Personally? I didn't like it. Must be an acquired taste, which most people acquire very early in life and don't think about. Because, yuck.
Also picked up some candles and WD-40 at the hardware store. Heh, heh. I was going to get some paraffin or heptane so I could do cool tricks like fire-breathing or lighting my hand on fire, but there was someone from my school at the cashier and I figured it would look just slightly suspicious.
The trip back, however, was quite unpleasant. I've figured out the local bus schedule: the bus appears every hour, on the hour, except when you are waiting for it. When you have given up and walked away from the stop, a bus will appear, but since you are not at the stop will pass you right by. If you succeed in getting it to stop by waving/screaming/stepping into the road in front of it, it will not be headed to your destination point.
So I walked back, and discovered another thing: either my thumbs are completely invisible to everyone but me, or the drivers around here are all assholes who can't spare thirty seconds to pick up a broke college student and give him and his groceries a lift two measly miles up the hill back to school. Okay, I understand not picking up hitchhikers, but flicking your high beams on because you know I'm looking into your headlights does qualify you for asshole-dom.
Also, the roads here could stand to be a bit better lit. I almost killed myself on several occasions on the way back due to phenomena known as Black Ice and Ditches And Random Posts And Fragments Of Barbed Wire Fence That Are Completely Invisible In Total Darkness.
Also, much love and ass-smackings to
im_a_shark for the Cabaret soundtrack. You rock.elfmanfan, if you get a chance to read this... call me again? I know I'm not the greatest telephone conversationalist, but I miss talking to you every night.