i imagine this is what cardboard tastes like.

yesterday at work, i needed a snack. i like to try new things from the vending machine and noticed some things called "pop chips" maybe? i ate one and thought they were awful and tasted like cardboard. i gave one to carl, and he agreed.

just now, i needed a snack again, so we went to the vending machine, and i was craving those damn things!
we went in to mr. t's office and asked if he wanted to know what cardboard tastes like. he tried one and made a face.

"why are you eating this?" he asked.

i shrugged.

"is this part of your craving????" he asked.

i told him it is.

"what the hell?!?!" he took it out of his mouth and threw it away.

i went back to my office.

"really?" i heard him say. i looked over, and he was just making a face. i smiled.

baby carrot?

i don't think this is a baby carrot....

socks.

this morning when carl and i were walking into work, he realized he had a sock in his jeans. like right behind his left knee.

it cracks me up especially because he likes to take his socks off and leave them around the house, and it pisses me off.

this doesn't seem safe.

this is the view out our front door.

future high maintenance roommate.