| oo1. shopping list elly wrote in her online documentation program. |
[Jun. 2nd, 2009♦03:43 pm] |
(OOC: posting this mainly to be active and because I'm sure any list written by Elly is hilarious, so yes. and I felt like writing a list without myself actually being organized.)
THE SHOPPING LIST TO END ALL SHOPPING LISTS.
1. Frozen pizzas. Pepperoni with three cheeses. They should have something like that, right? They better. I know I would.
2. Ravioli. And not that cheesy kind again. That was terrible. Bad, Eleanor, no cheese ravioli!
3. White rice boxes with the MICROWAVEABLE sticker on them or whatever. Or am I not out of that? Oh well. Need more ANYWAY.
4. Coke, coke, coke, coca cola.
6. Chocolate!
7. Flavored water. Flava, flaveee, all about the flavor.
8. BUTTER. Where did all my butter go. I MUST HAVE SLAYED IT ALL AWAY. Or the cat ate it. Bad Galadriel! Sneaking around, eating my butter. How am I supposed to eat waffles and pancakes without butter? I CAN'T. Butter.
9. Candy!
10. Printer paper. Do they sell that at the grocery store? They better. I need paper, like, yesterday. My editor won't care who's daughter I am if I print my pages double-sided.
11. The macaroni & cheese with the shapies or whatever that was.
10. OH SNAP, DID I SAY RICE? I totally don't need rice. Never mind, list, I don't need rice!
12. Cat food. The kind WITH gravy, she likes that better. SO PICKY. Why can't she just eat a can of tuna and be happy? I like tuna. She should like tuna, too. Mmm. Tuna. OH YES.
13. TUNA!
14. ...
There once was a cat who was named Galadriel, who had fur as white as snow, and a mouth the size of Kentucky. She snuck into the Great Eleanor's refrigerator, and pulled down the box of butter. Prying it open, she ate out all yellow substance, and when she was done, she closed the container once more, and tossed it in the shining trash can. Leaving the Great Eleanor butterless when she went to the fridge for it, needing it for her waffles. And Galadriel thought it was hilarious, seeing her owner scramble around, looking for her butter. But there was none to be found, as the sly cat had eaten it all. And there was none left for the Great Eleanor, who would have no properly buttered waffles today.
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Oh, hey, wait. I finished the butter off on my toast yesterday. NEVER MIND, GALADRIEL. YOU ARE INNOCENT.
And now I want waffles.
15. More waffles. And even MORE butter.
16. Maybe a new toaster, too. Mines looking a bit... crusty? I hope they sell those there too. Or can I clean this one? I don't think you can clean a toaster. It's all plugged in, and stuff. Have to look that up.
17. Bread.
18. Hamburger meat.
19. Cans of corn, and chili. Not together, though. That's really gross.
20. ...
There once was a man who liked to eat corn with his chili, stirring the two things together. He had no friends, and one day he keeled over from a heart attack. "It was the chili," they said. "It was the corn," they said. "It was a lack of love," another person said, clearly having NO TASTE IN FOOD OR ABILITY TO THINK.
21. INSPIRATION. Oh my gosh, I am so failing. Start, stop, start, stop, start, get eighty pages, stop, start, get one page, STOP. Maybe I should just give up and write a cheesy vampire romance or something. That's, like, the in thing now, or something. But, no. That would likely require using the real world, and that would suck. Unless it was vampires in a fantasy place. OH. A high fantasy re-telling of Dracula! ...
Okay, no. Not even I would buy something that lame sounding.
22. ... I think that's it. Is it? I need... um. A new bell for Gala's collar. Some bug spray. A flyswatter. Tomatoes, canned. Lettuce, bagged. Or un-bagged. Maybe a head of lettuce? There once was a man from Pipenny, his head was lettuce, leafy and green! But he had no brain, and would wander throughout town, dressed in a giant carrot suit, paid in drips of water. Oh! Carrots, fresh. Onion dip mix. Pancake syrup. A ball of yarn. Or three balls of yarn. In various colours! Um. Milk, eggs, other cliché stuff, E.T.C.
END LIST. Now for actual shopping part. Later. Probably. Need to look by the Imperial again, see if there's anyone there yet. She's got to come back eventually, and what better time than before summer, after winter?
... OH. Idea! |
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