I made dinner for my roommate for two nights in a row. I made brushetta and pizza last night and tonight I made brushetta (I really like brushetta) and egg plant parmasean. It was funny on Saturday night because we were out of regular cheese, so all we had was camenbare to put on the pizza. It tasted great, but what kind of people have to settle for camenbare?
I cleaned my fish all on my own today, this was a huge step as every other time I needed someone there to spot me while doing it. This is probably because the first time I did it Freddy hopped out and landed on the counter. I was understandably paralyzed with fear and my roommate had to rescue him. I am pretty sure that I lost about 4 years of my life in that moment. Hopefully it will have been the years wherein I have a terrible hair style and look terrible in pictures.
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