Kronikle Vol. 3, Issue 2 Kentucky Mexican Food and A Broken Semicolon Key.
Hola from the basement of the Loiusville Convention Center!
I know what you are thinking! I am not looking for a place to hide the body. I do not have a new beau and a sense of adventure. I am not trying to track down the cleaning fluids to resolve my sobriety. Its where they keep the computers.
Lemme see...heres a recap of today--
Awoke, comfy as heck in a bed that is not a candidate for a topographical map.
Went to breakfast. Have I ever told you I have a deep, abiding love for breakfast food? In the morning, you get to go into the cafeteria and they have any kind of breakfast whatever you could ever want. Cereal, muffins, coffee, all you can eat breakfast meats, fruit (until I stuff it all in my backpack), JUICE (also stuffed in backpack--must chill the fruit)! It is what heaven has to be like. Squeak!
Go to the table Ive been assigned. A little background-- Last year, I was a part of the most hilarious table ever.
We got little work one, but we sure coul riff historically an humorously (yes, thats possible). This year stans in
stark contrast.
[OK, I was using a keyboard with a nonfunctioning semi-colon and apostrophe; when the "D" key went out, so was
I, so now I should have the full palette of grammatical options at my disposal].
Basically, I am sitting at the blandest table ever. I may have met my archnemesis. He teaches at a Christian school in Virginia, tucks his shirt into his underwear, looks like a soft serve ice cream cone, and has a wife and four kids back at home. "She's going to be busy this week! Yuck Yuck!" The thing I don't get is this guy has not done anything to me.He has been nothing but solicitous to the people at the table. I don't know why I want to break his bones, but I do. Huh.
We started reading. And that's it on that.
Went to lunch. Always a salad, never any spinach...so close, yet so far. They had beef and been burritos today.
Covered in what I can only presume was ketchup. I took a bite. It was disgusting. I rolled with the punches and stole tortillas from the vegetarian table and created a basic bean burrito. It was serviceable. The rice had black olives in it? Is it normal for Spanish rice to have black olives in it?
I am in a gang. a bunch of middle aged women adopted me. I keep trying to give them the slip, but since they are high school teachers, they are really observant. I have been fighting it for at least three years now. They will have me. I think the way I will be jumped in is by buying flip flops, getting a pedicure, and wearing coordinated jewelry sets. I came unprepared for such eventualities, and I am broke, so I guess I'm going to have to steal them. I'm going to get arrested for buying a necklace/earring set with a lemon and lime motif. Who would have thunk that's the way I was going to go down?
I got nothing else.
Until tomorrow (unless I find something better to do),
Carrie The Red (stripe)
I know what you are thinking! I am not looking for a place to hide the body. I do not have a new beau and a sense of adventure. I am not trying to track down the cleaning fluids to resolve my sobriety. Its where they keep the computers.
Lemme see...heres a recap of today--
Awoke, comfy as heck in a bed that is not a candidate for a topographical map.
Went to breakfast. Have I ever told you I have a deep, abiding love for breakfast food? In the morning, you get to go into the cafeteria and they have any kind of breakfast whatever you could ever want. Cereal, muffins, coffee, all you can eat breakfast meats, fruit (until I stuff it all in my backpack), JUICE (also stuffed in backpack--must chill the fruit)! It is what heaven has to be like. Squeak!
Go to the table Ive been assigned. A little background-- Last year, I was a part of the most hilarious table ever.
We got little work one, but we sure coul riff historically an humorously (yes, thats possible). This year stans in
stark contrast.
[OK, I was using a keyboard with a nonfunctioning semi-colon and apostrophe; when the "D" key went out, so was
I, so now I should have the full palette of grammatical options at my disposal].
Basically, I am sitting at the blandest table ever. I may have met my archnemesis. He teaches at a Christian school in Virginia, tucks his shirt into his underwear, looks like a soft serve ice cream cone, and has a wife and four kids back at home. "She's going to be busy this week! Yuck Yuck!" The thing I don't get is this guy has not done anything to me.He has been nothing but solicitous to the people at the table. I don't know why I want to break his bones, but I do. Huh.
We started reading. And that's it on that.
Went to lunch. Always a salad, never any spinach...so close, yet so far. They had beef and been burritos today.
Covered in what I can only presume was ketchup. I took a bite. It was disgusting. I rolled with the punches and stole tortillas from the vegetarian table and created a basic bean burrito. It was serviceable. The rice had black olives in it? Is it normal for Spanish rice to have black olives in it?
I am in a gang. a bunch of middle aged women adopted me. I keep trying to give them the slip, but since they are high school teachers, they are really observant. I have been fighting it for at least three years now. They will have me. I think the way I will be jumped in is by buying flip flops, getting a pedicure, and wearing coordinated jewelry sets. I came unprepared for such eventualities, and I am broke, so I guess I'm going to have to steal them. I'm going to get arrested for buying a necklace/earring set with a lemon and lime motif. Who would have thunk that's the way I was going to go down?
I got nothing else.
Until tomorrow (unless I find something better to do),
Carrie The Red (stripe)