Maddy generously got us some Miracle Fruit Tablets today. They are supposed to turn sour into sweet. So we each took a tablet and experimented with different types of food.
- Lemon: just as advertised, lemons tasted sweet but not too sweet. We all liked miracle-enhanced lemons a lot so we each had several wedges.
- Grapefruit: also great, but not as good as lemons
- Balsamic vinegar: sugary balsamic vinegar apparently tastes like a hipster cocktail sold for $15 a pop at a bar in San Francisco
- Sriracha: fucking gross
- BBQ sauce: actually pretty good
- Seaweed: fishy with a sugary aftertaste
- Oreo: tasted like Oreo
- Coffee: meh
- Water: tasted like h2o
- Strawberry: like a ball of sugar. extremely sweet
- Avocado: tasted really good, but it could just be because I really like avocado
That was a good distraction for half an hour.
Things that I found me and my friends saying these days.
“Deadlines are the beacon that guides my life from a moment to the next.”
“That sweet, sweet two seconds between finishing a project and starting the next.”
“I don’t even think about whether I’m having a good day or not. I just work all the time.”
“I’m trying to get through the week.”
Life is an uphill battle that, at times, seems to never stop. Keep on trucking. We got this!
Today, Tucker had an extra ticket to “Mads Tolling & The Mad Men.” Tessy thought she should be the one going instead because it was almost her birthday and she *thought* she knew more about classical music than I did. “Do you even know what jazz is?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered.
I was excited about the show because Mads Tolling was a two time Grammy winner and I had never consciously been in the same room with a Grammy winner before. I was pleasantly surprised by how classy everyone in the room looked. Men were all wearing shirt or suits or both, and women were wearing dresses. By everyone, I meant everyone except Tucker. He came in jersey, tech hoodie, shorts, and sandals. When I was biking back in the cold I also realized that he was driving back. “You could have picked me up,” I screamed at him. “Yeah I suppose,” he said.
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