m is for mean

and m stands for maggot. because she punches and slaps me continually. for no DAMN reason. and she's looking over my shoulder. watching me. i tried experimenting with the reuben again. i decided to make a bacon reuben. it was mediocre. i know. bacon usually enhances any food it is used with. somehow it didn't mix well with the sauerkraut. but at least i tried it and thats what counts. now i can tell everyone else that trying to make a reuben with bacon isn't the best idea. i bet it would taste good with turkey, but as the solo meat it didn't pan out. so after that i washed it down with ginger ale and a hand full of wheat thins. then i watched some more venture brothers. and fell asleep on maggots couch. for like 4 hours. then i got up because her couch sucks when two people try to sleep on it. so i snuck into her room and fell asleep in her bed for a couple of hours. i woke up with a headache. i blame it squarely on the bacon reuben. after being groggy for like an hour we went to old navy. i bought a shirt there that was too small and i needed to exhange it. it was like 3 bux. after we went to old navy we went to smiths and i got:
1/2 lb of corned beef
1/2 lb of hickory smokedpepperedturkey
1/2 lb of provolone cheese
1/2 gallon of breyers natural vanilla ice cream
now i can make normal reubens again. crap. i just realized i forgot to buy rye bread. anyway, we went to joe veras and me and maggot split a zapata burger and a cheese crisp. so good. i wasn't really even hungry (again, squarely blamed on the bacon reuben) but that burger is so good i can't resist eating one. or 1/2 of one. we went back to maggots and watched 28 weeks later. so maggot is pressuring me to finish. fine. post done. geez.