10.21.05 - 7:59 pm

while rifling through an age old stack of random cds containing files, movies, music, pictures and schoolwork, i came across one of particular interest:

justins meat medley.

of course it contained a wonderous array of colorful pornography.

so while glancing through its contents for anything of distinct value, i used justins meat medley as my away message.

apon seeing those words, in a panic justin IMs me:

you didnt eat it did you?

no. no i did not eat it. nor would i ever. buried in our refridgerator, a plate incubates. a sloppy plastic wrapping covers a pasta, potato chip and imitation crab meat concoction. justins foremost attempt at an actual meal. his finest cuisine. and it will sit in our fridge for the next week while he recovers from his tonsilectomy. where it will ripen and mature like a fine wine. where it will stay until justin has the strength to return to corvallis and vigorously consume his week old meal.

with gusto.