My life is so boring I take pictures of myself making dinner for entertainment. What follows is a photo essay of me preparing to heat up some ham.
How exciting!
Mr. Food is in the know.
Look! A ham recipe!
Too bad I don't have the other shit in the recipe.
But I have HAM!
YAY HAM!
ARRR!
Update: On a completely unrelated-to-ham note, I hate crushes. I hate them. Because I always wind up doing something stupid. I don't want to have one. But I definitely do. And I'll inevitably wind up making a fool of myself.
This Morning: I spent all freaking week writing stories about Relay for Life. But I don't get to write the story that follows the event. Then, on the fucking day prior the relay, they bury my story on page three (I think, I don't know for sure if it even ran). Like, what the fuck? You assign me a bunch of lame ass stories and INSIST I do them all but do not say they're a series when you print them - AND THEN YOU FUCKING BURY THE ONE THE DAY BEFORE THE EVENT?! LIKE, DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN? That, and one of the stories on the front page is not even timely.


Mr. Food is in the know.

Look! A ham recipe!

Too bad I don't have the other shit in the recipe.

But I have HAM!

YAY HAM!

ARRR!

Update: On a completely unrelated-to-ham note, I hate crushes. I hate them. Because I always wind up doing something stupid. I don't want to have one. But I definitely do. And I'll inevitably wind up making a fool of myself.
This Morning: I spent all freaking week writing stories about Relay for Life. But I don't get to write the story that follows the event. Then, on the fucking day prior the relay, they bury my story on page three (I think, I don't know for sure if it even ran). Like, what the fuck? You assign me a bunch of lame ass stories and INSIST I do them all but do not say they're a series when you print them - AND THEN YOU FUCKING BURY THE ONE THE DAY BEFORE THE EVENT?! LIKE, DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN? That, and one of the stories on the front page is not even timely.
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jackiechan:
Well, I was considering it. I applied to tech but didn't hear yes or no from them. I decided not to, but right now I wanted to take some classes in electronic imaging and business. Then find a job someplace.... I guess? lol, 

frozensunshine:
Kate, like you I hate stupid people.