Hahaha. I mean, this shouldn’t be funny. Our house flooded. I’ve spent my morning ripping everything out of the house so the carpet guy can soak up the water, which he’s doing now. Then for the next three days we need constant air flow to hopefully get it to dry. Then they’re going to patch our roof. And then he’s going to come back and deep clean the shit out of the carpets. Which is nice, because seriously, we just cleaned our carpets. And that’s basically about it.
Japan’s Hunger Becomes a Dire Warning For Other Nations
MARIKO Watanabe admits she could have chosen a better time to take up baking. This week, when the Tokyo housewife visited her local Ito-Yokado supermarket to buy butter to make a cake, she found the shelves bare.
“I went to another supermarket, and then another, and there was no butter at those either. Everywhere I went there were notices saying Japan has run out of butter. I couldn’t believe it — this is the first time in my life I’ve wanted to try baking cakes and I can’t get any butter,” said the frustrated cook.
Japan’s acute butter shortage, which has confounded bakeries, restaurants and now families across the country, is the latest unforeseen result of the global agricultural commodities crisis.
A sharp increase in the cost of imported cattle feed and a decline in milk imports, both of which are typically provided in large part by Australia, have prevented dairy farmers from keeping pace with demand.
While soaring food prices have triggered rioting among the starving millions of the third world, in wealthy Japan they have forced a pampered population to contemplate the shocking possibility of a long-term — perhaps permanent — reduction in the quality and quantity of its food.
Sara says:
Please make me get up and go running.
Ceej says:
My team of ninja scientists have injected a bomb into your blood stream. If you don’t maintain at least 1mph or more, you will explode. Soon.
Sara says:
HAHA
Ceej says:
GO GO GO
Don’t blow up. It would pain me to see my ninja scientists succeed.
Ceej says:
They’re only on the payroll because who else can say they have ninja scientists? No one, that’s who.
I’ve decided that laying in bed in my underwear all day is not going to make me feel better about anything. I’m going running, the first time in about a week, obviously. I also have a few movies to watch: “There Will Be Blood”, “Grave of the Fireflies”, and “The Lives of Others”. Riley has come home from school, I met some new friends the other day when I was out with Todd, and I have ice cream and a fucking apple pie to devour.
Life goes on, and can be as good as I want it to be.
Seven years is a long time to build someone up.
What if I’m not what he expects at all?
I’m just tired of people loving an idea of me and not really seeing me.
I know the bitch hardly goes anywhere without her purse. And now that I’ve successfully managed to knock it off the counter I can just slide right in here and wrap myself in it; she’ll be forced to either take me with her or PET ME to get me to move. I think this plan is ingenious.
Last time she managed to slip the purse out from under me but not this time. Oh, no. Not this time.
Sara is a girl who spends her days feeling. She likes acting, photos, instruments, writing, music, and books. I know this because she is me. And on most days I'm her too.
