The only boys in my life are Ben & Jerry, and it’s not okay.
I wouldn’t mind boring for sometime. It’s tranquil, relaxing. Peaceful. All the qualities I don’t have.
I’m sure you would have sought out tranquility and tedium by now if that was what you truly wanted, right?
I think Layla might begin to worry about our habit with that though. It was decided upon when he found out that I didn’t like leftovers and there’s plenty of leftover food so, he’s gonna make a leftover feast and prove to me that leftovers are good. We probably should, so…you should start looking!
If we can’t find any useful or interesting classes that you can squeeze in, maybe we should recruit Layla to share some of her wisdom. Well, he’s definitely has his work cut out for him, doesn’t he?
I wish I had style, I wish I had flash.
I think if we can get past the whole burning thing, we might be able to make decent food. We could always just keep living off take-out. No complaints here with that. Oh! But West is suppose to come over to make a Thanksgiving leftover feast so learning a few things from him might be a good idea.
It’s worked for us so far, so I’ve got no qualms with sticking with what we know. Oh, he is? When did that come about? We should find a class asap.
Oh man that’s a hard question to answer — I kinda watch anything that looks interesting, you know.
Yeah, agreed. At least with netflix, you get engrossed in a series as opposed to youtube where you can start with celebrity gossip and end up watching a documentary on the art of flower arranging.
That sounds like a pretty good idea, actually. I mean, I can fit it into my schedule as long as it isn’t like an intense eight hour cooking class. We might actually be able to make food for the others.
Oh god, no! I don’t even understand why such intense cooking classes for amateurs even exist. I don’t have Top Chef expectations, nor patience, but learning a few basics would be nice.
Nah, man, if you knew what people were doing, you can avoid so much fucking pain. Dull is better than pain.
Then everything would blend together into a large, grey monotonic monstrosity. You couldn’t even create your own excitement if you could correctly predict and anticipate everyone’s reactions time after time. Stability is boring, and I don’t do boring.
Once in a blue moon, I think everyone is capable of things you’d never expect them to be able of.
Life would be unbearably dull if that wasn’t the case - more so than it already is.
And this is why we make awesome roommates. I’m sure I could cook at least something decent, but really, I don’t have the time for that.
We should take a cooking class together sometime. At the very worst we have new horror stories to tell, and at the very best I won’t have to disable the smoke alarm before each time I try to get fancy in the kitchen.