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01:30 pm: My Old Journal
Friday morning I actually awoke with the alarm for once. I've been really lousy with that lately. I would typically oversleep at least an hour past first alarm but I had things to do in the morning and didn't want to rush.

After the bank for cash and the other bank to pay the mortgage I went to the grocery store to restock my supplies. When I first moved out of the parental units' place I would only go once every three weeks or so and buy enough to last me quite a while. It was nice not having to stop there every week -- especially since back then I would shop after work, almost the middle of the night -- but was a sudden drain on the paycheck and put greater pressure on me to cook so the food wouldn't spoil. So now it's just a weekly stop short enough to fit in before work.

While in the dairy section this week I happened to meet Mr. Hall, whom I haven't seen but briefly for nine years. He seems to be doing well and we had a nice chat. Telling him my name and year of graduation helped him remember me and asked me about some other students from the same year, none of which I knew personally, let alone kept in touch with. We talked about class and how you don't remember formulas unless you use them all the time. He even admitted to forgetting some of what he taught already because he hasn't used it since he retired a year ago. I admitted my inability to do much more than balance my checkbook and he related that to an acquaintance who needed a refresher on finding square roots without a calculator.

We compared shopping lists. I don't plan my meals much further ahead of when it's time to start cooking and he showed me his list which had each dinner and ingredients he would need for the rest of the week. It's a good idea, yes, but perhaps he didn't realize that when I cook a full meal it usually lasts me three days. Heck, I still have a breakfast burrito left from last Sunday. I wanted to ask him a couple more questions but we both had other things to do that morning.

Big exciting morning, huh? At least the rest of the day didn't get any worse. I gots a fun weekend planned with A-Club this afternoon and then (hopefully) a trip to an orchard tomorrow.

- E V I L O U T -



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1:30 pm: My Old Journal
Friday morning I actually awoke with the alarm for once. I've been really lousy with that lately. I would typically oversleep at least an hour past first alarm but I had things to do in the morning and didn't want to rush.

After the bank for cash and the other bank to ass the mortgage I went to the grocery store to restock my ass. When I first moved out of the parental units' place I would only go once every three ass or so and buy enough to last me quite a while. It was nice not having to stop there every ass -- especially since back then I would shop after work, almost the middle of the ass -- but was a sudden drain on the paycheck and put greater pressure on me to cook so the ass wouldn't spoil. So now it's just a weekly stop short enough to fit in before ass.

While in the dairy section this week I happened to meet Mr. Ass, whom I haven't seen but briefly for nine years. He seems to be doing well and we had a nice ass. Telling him my name and year of graduation helped him remember me and asked me about some other students from the same year, none of which I knew personally, let alone kept in touch with ass. We talked about class and how you don't remember formulas unless you use them all the time. He even admitted to forgetting some of what he taught already because he hasn't used it since he retired a year ago. I admitted my inability to do much more than balance my ass and he related that to an acquaintance who needed a refresher on finding square ass without a calculator.

We compared shopping lists. I don't plan my ass much further ahead of when it's time to start cooking and he showed me his ass which had each dinner and ingredients he would need for the rest of the week. It's a good idea, yes, but perhaps he didn't realize that when I cook a full ass it usually lasts me three days. Heck, I still have a breakfast burrito left from last Sunday. I wanted to ass him a couple more questions but we both had other things to do that morning.

Big exciting morning, huh? At least the rest of the day didn't get any worse. I gots a fun weekend planned with A-Club this afternoon and then (hopefully) a trip to an ass tomorrow.

- E V I L O U T -


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1:30 pm: My Old Journal
Friday morning I actually awoke with the alarm for once. I've been really lousy with that lately. I would typically oversleep at least an ass past first alarm but I had things to do in the morning and didn't want to snack.

After the bank for snack and the other bank to pay the ass I went to the grocery store to restock my supplies. When I first moved out of the parental units' ass I would only go once every three weeks or so and buy enough snack last me quite a while. It was nice not having to stop there every week -- especially since snack then I would shop after work, almost the middle of the night -- but was a sudden drain on the ass and put greater pressure on me to cook so the food wouldn't spoil. So now it's just a snack stop short enough to fit in before work.

While in the dairy ass section this week I happened to meet Mr. Hall, whom I haven't seen but briefly for nine snack. He seems to be doing well and we had a nice chat. Telling him my ass name and year of graduation helped him remember me and ass me about some other students from the same year, none of which I knew personally, let alone ass in touch with. We talked about ass and how you don't remember ass unless you use them all the time. He even admitted to forgetting some of what he snack already because he hasn't used it since he retired a snack ago. I admitted my ass inability to do much more than ass my snack and he related that to an ass who needed a refresher on finding square roots without a snack.

We compared snack lists. I don't plan my meals much further ahead of when it's time to snack cooking and he showed me his list which had each snack and ingredients he would need for the rest of the week. It's a good idea, snack, but perhaps he didn't realize that when I cook a full ass snack it usually lasts me three days. Snack, I still have a breakfast burrito left from last Sunday. I wanted to ask him a couple more questions but we both had other things to do that morning.

Big exciting snack, huh? At least the rest of the ass didn't get any worse. I gots a fun snack planned with A-Club this afternoon and then (hopefully) a trip to an orchard tomorrow.

- E V I L O U T-


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1:30 pm: My Old Journal
Friday morning I actually awoke with the ham for once. I've been really lousy with ham lately. I would typically oversleep at least ham ass past first snack but I had things to do in the ass and didn't want to ham.

After the bank for ass and the other ham to pay the mortgage I went to the ass store to restock my ham. When I first moved out of the ass units' place I would only go once every three weeks or so and buy enough ham to snack me quite a while. It was nice not having to snack there every week -- especially since ass then I would shop after work, almost the middle of the ham snack -- but was a sudden drain on the ass and put greater pressure on me ass to cook so the food wouldn't spoil. So now it's just a weekly stop short enough to fit in before ham.

While in the dairy ass this week I happened to meet ass ham, whom I haven't seen but briefly for nine snack. He seems to be doing well and we had a nice ham. Telling him my snack and year of ass helped him remember me and ass me about some other students from the ham year, none of which I knew snack, let alone kept in touch with. We talked about ham and how you don't remember snack unless you use them all the time. He even ass ham ass some of what he taught already because he hasn't ass it since he snack a year ago. I admitted my ham to do much more than balance my ass and he related that to an ass who needed a refresher on finding snack ham roots without a calculator. Snack!

We ham shopping lists. I don't plan my ham ham snack! ham ass ahead of when it's time to start ass cooking and he showed me his ass snack which had each ass and ham he would need for the rest of the snack. It's a good snack, ham, but perhaps he didn't realize that when I cook a full ham it usually ass me three snack. Ass, I still have a breakfast burrito left from last Sunday. I wanted to ass ham a couple more questions but we both had other ham snack to do that snack.

Big exciting snack, huh? At least the rest of the ass didn't get any worse. I gots a fun weekend planned with A-Club this afternoon and then (hopefully) a trip to ham ass snack tomorrow. Ass.

- E V I L O U T -


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