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Colonial Williamsburg: Where History Lives
Dec. 6th, 2006 05:25 pmDay 4 of the Stomach Inquisition.
I am soooo sick of this constant annoyance. Not that it's new, but jeez...I'm not happy with it.
In other news, one of the restaurants on the street perpendicular from my program building burst into flame earlier today. I was actually just there last night, buying tea before class (and thinking how I'd like to have dinner there sometime). COINCIDENCE?!?!? Anyway, until around 3 this afternoon, no one in my house knew what happened, so upon the revelation, I texted Lisa and Diane.
Me: Apparently the blue talon caught fire. i'm gonna go look for charred corpses.
And they wrote back, respectively:
Diane: ha ha ha
Lisa: Oh awesome steal some unburnt food - top model finale tonight
Human compassion? Investment in the community? In my house? NEVER!
I love my housemates. ♥
(For the record, luckily, no one was hurt in the fire. Sadly, the food was, and I was not allowed to dig among the wreckage for anything salvageable.)
I am soooo sick of this constant annoyance. Not that it's new, but jeez...I'm not happy with it.
In other news, one of the restaurants on the street perpendicular from my program building burst into flame earlier today. I was actually just there last night, buying tea before class (and thinking how I'd like to have dinner there sometime). COINCIDENCE?!?!? Anyway, until around 3 this afternoon, no one in my house knew what happened, so upon the revelation, I texted Lisa and Diane.
Me: Apparently the blue talon caught fire. i'm gonna go look for charred corpses.
And they wrote back, respectively:
Diane: ha ha ha
Lisa: Oh awesome steal some unburnt food - top model finale tonight
Human compassion? Investment in the community? In my house? NEVER!
I love my housemates. ♥
(For the record, luckily, no one was hurt in the fire. Sadly, the food was, and I was not allowed to dig among the wreckage for anything salvageable.)
