So I went to the grocery store and bought some items that I thought
might be easy to cook since I will no longer be eating out every night
courtesy of a rich boyfriend.
Last night I was up late writing a paper and decided I would cook some
sweet potato fries. I followed the directions, preheated the oven to
475 and put the frozen frites on a pan and placed them in the oven.
and then I forgot about them, until I saw smoke pouring out of my kitchen.
i ran around opening windows and fanning a towel in front of the fire
alarm praying it wouldn't go off and wake all my neighbors at 1:00 am.
It luckily didn't go off and with burning eyes and lungs filled with
smoke I rescued the fries.
This is what they looked like.
so far single life sucks.
please mail me a boyfriend who (1) has money to take me out to all my
favorite restaurants or (2) is a chef.
xx
Moxi
(hehe)
might be easy to cook since I will no longer be eating out every night
courtesy of a rich boyfriend.
Last night I was up late writing a paper and decided I would cook some
sweet potato fries. I followed the directions, preheated the oven to
475 and put the frozen frites on a pan and placed them in the oven.
and then I forgot about them, until I saw smoke pouring out of my kitchen.
i ran around opening windows and fanning a towel in front of the fire
alarm praying it wouldn't go off and wake all my neighbors at 1:00 am.
It luckily didn't go off and with burning eyes and lungs filled with
smoke I rescued the fries.
This is what they looked like.
so far single life sucks.
please mail me a boyfriend who (1) has money to take me out to all my
favorite restaurants or (2) is a chef.
xx
Moxi
(hehe)
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bastardgod:
Yup, but even better would be option C, Both. Until then make friends with the timer on the stove.
tripper_photog:
The woman I've cooked for rave about it, would you like an older man?