"I have a better feel for the meat than you."

I said to Matt, he later said, "Meat knew that I didn't like meat and that it didn't like me. " I responded "meat is trying to be nice to me so I'll switch back."

What is all of this about? Potentially rotten meat in my fridge. This is something on my mind, not all of the time, just every time I look into the fridge to see what I might eat. Well I can assure you it won't be the rotten meat that stairs back at me each time I open the door. I don't know if it is rotten or not really but I've looked at the Styrofoam package of ground beef everyday since I noticed the expiration date. The colour is now decidedly grey pink. It used to be red pink and I'm worried Matt will eat it and get sick. I'm worried about the other food items in the fridge becoming contaminated. Well I'm not really worried about that, I know that Matt won't eat stuff that looks or smells bad. It just the same thing everyday, look for something to eat and only see rotting meat, I'm not that hungry these days.

Good ridens to bad rubbish

It's been a long time. Let's say I was busy. My mom thinks I'm too busy, not true. I'm not that busy, just going to school and working. Well not anymore, I quit my job at my aunt's bakery and will just work on school. I'd love to say this means I'll have more time for rock but it probably wont. That's what I miss most, not hanging out or going to parties, but sitting alone and playing guitar. We'll see what happens so far so good, it's the 5th day of the year and there's only been one day I haven't played. We have a show at the end of the month so we have a practice tonight and it's been a while for that too.