Friday Morning

I haven’t seen RomiE since Pride, which feels like forever, but has only been a couple of days…I got to smooch him last night. After work last night I came running over bouncing from bus to bus and smooched him square on his noggin…more than once, actually… and in the vicinity of everywhere.

Actually being that it is Friday morning, I have the morning off from school and he has a half of day at work.

Summer school started on the 7^th. I’m taking one class; Sociology 201—3 credit hours; Monday, Wednesday and Thursday mornings. I'm working to get some of these Gen.Ed's out the way. As of today I’m believe I’m fairing rather well; there was a paper, done—a presentation, presented, and a midterm, passed. Plus the teacher likes me. Which shouldn’t fraction into deciphering my grade, but having the teacher like you tends to make their grading quill a tad bit more lenient. Praise God.

But RomiE should be on his way home…with pizza. Giordano’s deep dish.

I invited RomiE to my family picnic on the fourth with my dad my brothers and all their relatives who are VERY straight. My Sweet Pea, Aaron Garrett Popcorn, is tagging along with me this year too. I invited him last year and he seemed to enjoy himself well enough I thought what the hay, it won’t be fun without Aaron this year, so he’s coming. My lesbian is going to be there. She’s like family anyway, so it’s more mandatory that she goes, esp since my VERY straight brothers are exceptionally fascinated by that whole woman-kiss-coochie thing, they insist that she come. Pussy is way too extreme of a body part for me.

And talking about extremes, Brownberry, the bread people, have this whole wheat bread that Jerome and I bought in bulk January, and it’s been sitting on top of the microwave ever since. Well just last night as I came scampering from across town to view my Brown Baby, I was hungry. There wasn’t too much in the fridge and the options even lessened in the cabinets but we had eggs and there was that bread. Two months ago, when I came to my RomiE’s hungry I looked at that bread and said it HAD to be spoiled. But when I opened it there wasn’t moldy spore in sight. So I ate it. Last night when I saw it sitting there, unmoved from the last time I had moved it, I KNEW it had to have sprouted fur and became a liquid…but it hadn’t. Quite the contrary, it was still wheat bread. So I ate it.

But I wonder, and this is probably a question I should pester the folks at BrownBerry with: How is your bread doing that?

I looked to see whether or not the bread had been doped up preservatives…but it hadn’t. Or at least the packages didn’t admit so. And I would like to believe Mister BrownBerry wouldn’t falsify such information. I would sue. Maybe BrownBerry is really what wheat bread should be like. Maybe REAL wheat doesn’t spoil….EVER! I guess the only creatures evolved enough to survive a nuclear bombing are roaches and BrownBerry wheat bread. This is something I definitely have to look into. I’m curious. It’s been half a year and That bread is still standing.

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