Oh Bayside! Why hast thou foresaken me?
Aug. 22nd, 2003 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelchickenI went out on a mission. I terribly important mission spurned on by the endless repetition of the New Tostidos Guacamole Chips commercials.
I had to have them.
Also? I had to get out of the apartment which is currently on par with an oven. Where exactly are these "thunderstorms" that are supposed to "wipe out the humidity"? Because I could use some of that right about now.
But anyway.
I went on a mission for these new guac chips, because tostido chips and guacamole blended into one snacking delight? There is no wrong there.
Unfortunately, the man wants to keep me down by not selling them at the bodega on the corner nor at the Seven-Eleven. Though I did find Snyder's of Hanover Honey Mustard and Onion pretzel pieces, so all was not lost.
Grr. I need a life. And a manicure. And shoes.
Luckily, I can get two of the three tomorrow.
I had to have them.
Also? I had to get out of the apartment which is currently on par with an oven. Where exactly are these "thunderstorms" that are supposed to "wipe out the humidity"? Because I could use some of that right about now.
But anyway.
I went on a mission for these new guac chips, because tostido chips and guacamole blended into one snacking delight? There is no wrong there.
Unfortunately, the man wants to keep me down by not selling them at the bodega on the corner nor at the Seven-Eleven. Though I did find Snyder's of Hanover Honey Mustard and Onion pretzel pieces, so all was not lost.
Grr. I need a life. And a manicure. And shoes.
Luckily, I can get two of the three tomorrow.
