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last night I'm making instant pudding because that's what you do (mandated by law) with milk that's a day or two past expiration or basically anytime when it's starting to taste a little sour, but hasn't gotten to the point of containing chunk-nuggets or anything. Anyway so I tried using the special whisk-beaters to mix it and I'm putting it in the fridge thinking "It doesn't seem very 'going to set into pudding-like'" So I get home this morning. Oh no, it's still all liquid. Go to mix it up. Of course it is, all the pudding mix was stuck to the bottom. So I mixed it some more just now. Not sure if that will help, but we'll see.

I have to pick up a package at the post office and I'm not going to wear a bra there. I'm balking the system.
"Damn the man!"
:)

Using my standard THREE entries

or is it five now? Five would be OK because I've only posted more than five times in a day like...twice. If that. Three is a little chintzy. (is that a word? If not, I just made it up.)

And I'm just being secretly risque all over today. First I'm going out with no bra (not really that big of a deal since I do that half of the summer anyway) Then Al comes over and invites me to go to dinner with them (yes, my boyfriend does not invite me to go, but HIS FRIEND does, a little back-asswards if you ask me :P) and I'd thrown a little cover-up jacket on after getting up since I figured there was no reason to dirty a new shirt just for the couple hours before I had to change into my work clothes.

So he's like "Want to come out with us?" I say "OK, as long as I don't have to put a shirt on." So they teased me the rest of the night about not wearing a shirt and unzipping my jacket for money. Silly boys....I hate work, especially by Friday night when I've been at it all week and it's time for a break. Hopefully we go to the bar Saturday a.m. after work. I've been putting up with a lot of shit this week and could use a drink. Not to mention it'll help me sleep when I get back.