Number one, Number one!
I just had The. Best. Guac. Ever. I was going to make it this weekend, but I'm glad I waited, because the avacado wasn't quite ready until today. Turns out my artificial lemon juice is a bit, um, old, but it passed the smell/taste test, and really, it's artificial, which means it's made to last years after the past due date, right? Some black beans, cheese, salsa and LOTS of guac and you've got yourself a burrito to rival chipotle! I should have taken a picture...
Number two, Number two! I was almost home on my walk back from class and I happened to glace down at my right arm, which was covered in purplish splotches of all different sizes, from my wrist to my upper arm. I freaked because it looked like a rash, and it's way too early in the bar season to be getting stress hives, don't you think? It came off with a little spit and elbow grease. I must have ran into some bush and managed to get berry juice ALL over my arm, but nothing on my white pants. Weird.
Number three, number three! Am I the only one that finds that incredibly annoying?
Number four, number four! I better get to work.