Salmonella schmalmonella. I don't care just give me some damn tomato.

The whole tomato scarcity seriously put a very inconvenient hitch my culinary style, and I don't even really love tomatoes. And when I say "very inconvenient hitch in my culinary style" I of course mean pissing me the hell off. The best way to make me crave something? Tell me I can't have it. This probably explains my desire for things like my very own continent, or to have a an observation pod on Mars or Saturn. So take a guess as to what I craved for a number of days while this thing was going on? Go ahead. Guess. Never mind, never mind. Stop guessing.

So, end of my time here at ol' Heatherbrook is fast approaching. I approach this move with some trepidation. I will miss things like this:

My living room. I love it. It's mine, and soon I won't have one.



Cheap, slightly burnt frozen pizza. Instead, I will HAVE to eat, real, healthy home cooked meals.

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Will miss other types of foods, such as this:



Now, I know what some of you are thinking. You're thinking, "Why is Bethany so Cool?" And I have to say, I really don't know. I think it's a gift from God. But in addition to this, you're probably wondering why I won't be able to eat Cap'n Crunch at home. You were weren't you?! Well, this is the equivalent of toxic waste in my moms house. It's true. I'm not making this up.

Also, it is going to be difficult to hide my increasing dependability on this most beauteous nectar. This would also be deemed "toxic waste".


There are some things about me and my life, that no matter where I live, will never change. Like the following:



::Sigh:: All in all, I feel like this move is positive, it's just a gonna be rough adjustment. Oy.

In closing I would just like to say: Word to you collective mothers.

-B