November 17, 2003. 10:48 at night.
Creatures of Habit We Are
Tonight was our weekly grocery shopping night, mainly because there is good television to be watched on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and no one ever really wants to go grocery shopping on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday right? So anyways, I was freaking hungry when we were at the store, which was strange seeing as how I had already eaten a full meal. And we all know what being hungry at the grocery store means: wanting to buy waaayyyy too much food.
I almost bought some weirdo stuff, were it not for my iron will that prevents me from buying things that I do not need (you know, things like 50% of the stuff I own). For example, when we were at Trader Joe's I had this sudden urge for applesauce. I don't know why, I guess somewhere deep down inside I was feeling reminiscent for the days when I was younger and had a lot of teeth extracted because my jaw was too small to accomodate all of my adult teeth and after having all my teeth pulled I would eat a lot of applesauce. Well, I thought to myself how radical it would be if they had peachsauce and they did! It turns out that the "peachsauce" that was supposed to be the peachy equivalent of applesauce was really just minced up canned peaches floating in a jar of syrup. It wasn't even a sort of puree like most applesauces. These were big ol' bits o' peach! Like somebody chewed up a bunch of peaches and spit them into jars for Trader Joe's. Needless to say, I didn't get them.
I also checked out the frozen lobster meat, the 5-layer dip, the Oreo's cereal (with marshmallow bits, yummm), the chocolate milk, and the imitation crab meat. Normally, I wouldn't even consider any of these things because they are outside the realm of my usual diet. But not tonight! Curse going to the store while hungry!
Since getting home, I ate an old piece of pizza from like Friday night and some grapes that I was led to believe would be seedless but in fact are NOT.
I hate seeded grapes with a passion. Seeds take the fun out of eating grapes. And worst of all, crunchy grapes are bad. Not to mention, I'm still hungry.
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