...has ingredients that may cause "a laxative effect" in "sensitive individuals."
Or so it says on the label of my splenda sweetened ice cream that I enjoyed until I read the fine print. Which brings me to something that bothers me: why don't all food manufacturers take a note from cereal companies. Reading the box is part of the fun. So put something entertaining on your container, dammit, so I don't read ridiculous ingredient fine print..
Oh, and I changed my mind. I don't feel like going down to work today. I'll just call later. Hope I'm on the schedule a lot next week... specifically, a lot coordinating with a certain other person's schedule. Then again why torture myself. I mean yeah I smile when we talk and when I think about him, but that doesn't mean anything. Just that I'm an idiot for liking people I hardly know. Although he makes the time pass by faster at work, so that's a good deal. The other guys I work with (that aren't my bosses) seem kind of... "I know I'm a hot kid with nice hair, that's why I do dumb things and still pick up hot girls, then I brag about it." Okay, that could have been an exaggeration, I'm sure not all of them are like that, but at least one is. And another one is all "Yeah, my arms and my abs look nice in my tight shirt, and I can accidentally trip you and your hand will land somewhere it wouldn't have otherwise." That one wasn't an exaggeration.
Okay, so that's all for now, kids.
Or so it says on the label of my splenda sweetened ice cream that I enjoyed until I read the fine print. Which brings me to something that bothers me: why don't all food manufacturers take a note from cereal companies. Reading the box is part of the fun. So put something entertaining on your container, dammit, so I don't read ridiculous ingredient fine print..
Oh, and I changed my mind. I don't feel like going down to work today. I'll just call later. Hope I'm on the schedule a lot next week... specifically, a lot coordinating with a certain other person's schedule. Then again why torture myself. I mean yeah I smile when we talk and when I think about him, but that doesn't mean anything. Just that I'm an idiot for liking people I hardly know. Although he makes the time pass by faster at work, so that's a good deal. The other guys I work with (that aren't my bosses) seem kind of... "I know I'm a hot kid with nice hair, that's why I do dumb things and still pick up hot girls, then I brag about it." Okay, that could have been an exaggeration, I'm sure not all of them are like that, but at least one is. And another one is all "Yeah, my arms and my abs look nice in my tight shirt, and I can accidentally trip you and your hand will land somewhere it wouldn't have otherwise." That one wasn't an exaggeration.
Okay, so that's all for now, kids.
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