Ranting Five Days Prior (actually written 6/3)
04 June 2002

You know what? Jell-o is the least satisfying snack in the history of the world. Ev-er. Let's see...water and flavor. Hold on, 'cause I'm gonna get excited.

Oh, wait, no I'm not.

See, I needed a snack. Greg and I spent most of the evening cleaning the downstairs in preparation for the electrician to come tomorrow and install our new dining room light fixture. We also spent a lot of time framing pictures and posters and hanging them on the walls.

Before we could do that, we had to go buy said frames (40% off at AC Moore! Woo!) and said sconces, because although we have had the dining room fixture for, oh, seven months or so we never got around to buying sconces. And to buy them, we had to go from Lowe's to Home Despot back to Lowe's before finally buying something (Home Despot? WAY overpriced in the sconce department, my friends.)

And before we went and bought all that stuff, we went to the mall to meet with our minister (it's not as weird as it sounds...it's halfway between our house and his) and finalize the ceremony, and then I went to H&M and bought linen pants and a black skirt and a pastel rainbow stripey tank sweater which is much nicer than it sounds.

So we were running around all day, and then we came home and cleaned a whole lot and I really wanted a snack. I was hungry. I only had two meals today instead of my usual three. I had a Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich, which is really, really not worth almost $5 for 6. I don't care how few fat grams they have, they are the most overpriced food item in the history of the world (it's my journal and I'll exaggerate if I want to). Anyway. It wasn't very satisfying. I wanted something else.

What possessed me to decide that something else was freaking sugar-free Jell-O ("I have to be Jell-O!" "You're never gonna be Jell-O.") is beyond be because as I said before, it's the least satisfying snack in the history of the world.

And no, I still haven't found wedding jewelry or something for my damn hair. And now if you'll excuse me, I have another rant coming on - but it's unrelated, and I'm going to start a new entry.

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