What did you just finish doing?

I was eating the broccoli out of my Chinese food as if I were a giant snacking on trees.

Put a pizza in the oven

ingested ground tubers and bird muscles

Have a length conversation with my brother about old Dr who

I was on the can for awhile but it was a false alarm...no dump, just a lot of amplified farts

Chomping on half cooked vegetables.

Played piano instead of writing my essay...

And currently still not writing my essay...

*cough*

scratching in between the little toe on my right foot... it kinda stinks .... but for some reason I like it

I finished feeding my little baby calves, we had twins born so I had to feed those :') we will be turning cows out soon so it will be nice!

I finished, for now, writing a new video game plot. I wont say what it's about because I'm protective/paranoid about my ideas like that. I will say that it's an RPG.

Clocked into my night job just now.

Sending my response to a break up text that I actually rather enjoyed writing.

Helped my best friend's mother's crazy friend coat the front of their house in white tulle. Whether the bride likes it or not.

She doesn't like it.

attempt to befriend our asshole neighbor's adorable kitty, using a slice of salami

Changed a lightbulb in my grandmothers fridge and looked at a robins nest she found in her windowsill.

You aren't going to believe it. I just took a nice hot shower. Oh well, I guess you'll believe that. It's what I was doing BEFORE the shower you wouldn't believe.

Just finished building a gaming computer ^_^ My best friend is a computer technician and he got me into this hobby. I find it fascinating how machines work.

Restarting my computer.

just finished eating a mango and now its time for breakfast.

Archiving some of my G-mail messages.

Napping. I have a fever :(.

I just came in from the hot tub.

I was in the kitchen, with an In n Out Double Cheeseburger and some fries on a ripped white paper bag. I took a bite and the cold pattie hit my taste buds hard. It was like eating leather with some lettuce and cold sauce in two buns. I can't bear with it, let a warm tear fall down my face, and commit the ultimate sin; I put the burger and fries in the microwave, and think about what I've done as I let it warm up for 2 minutes. I take it out with napkined haneds, and let it cool for a bit on my counter for a minute as I look at the abomination I created. The burger sits there, with its cheese melted all over the plate, steaming as if it's mad at me for what I've done. I look into its sesame patty eyes, and another tear rolls down my face. I try to pick it up, and the burger resists. Its bun and patty cling desperately to the plate, but I will not let it escape me. I take a hard pull at it, and part of the bun and patty are ripped apart. Sauce flings in every direction, like blood in a slasher flick. I hold in my hand a messy corpse; there is a bit of steaming meat, cheese, and patty on the plate. I look at my aweful creation. I first take some fries and shove them into my mouth, padding it for what is to come. The fries are hard, and covered in cheese; it was like chewing cheesy potato-flavored twigs. I look at my burger, or what used to be a burger now a mess of bread, meat, lettuce, tomato, and sauce; I clear my mind, open my mouth wide, and go in for the kill. The first bite takes a clean chunk of the monster, all of the hanging meat and lettuce is gone, into my chewing mouth. I chew it thoroughly, making sure every morsel is turned to liquid, and then swallow. The first hurdle was gone. I finish the burger quite quickly, and am pleasantly surprised at how much of its original flavor is preserved. I clean off the taste with some fries, and down a good amount of Dr. Pepper, which now tasted like vanilla heaven. I wipe my mouth with a napkin, smearing off the blood of the beast. I throw it into the trash, burning the evidence. I take a look at the scene of the crime, remembering that there was still business left to finish. A chunk of the frankenburger, and some fries. I know that there is no way my hands are clean, so I quickly take the beast into my hands, and I aggressively attack it from every angle, chewing rapidly and swallowing wholly. I finish the deed by washing it down with fries and more Dr. Pepper. I finish myself with a large belch that echoes through the halls. I'm almost finished. I take the plate and clean it very thoroughly until it squeaks and sparkles, and smells like lemons. I stash it away in the back of the plate rack, hoping no one will notice it. I use a blue rag coated in lavender cleaning solution and clean the sauce from every nook and cranny I can find. I finish with wet lemony lavender hands, and examine my crime scene. Perfectly clean, with no trace that that think I called a burger existed. I laugh for a moment, then I break down on my knees and cry. I think of how good I felt when I first received that burger from the nice tall brown-haired boy with the pen in his ear, how elegant the burger and fries smelled from the bag, and how I waited so eagerly to get home and devour it whole. I, there now, on my knees, at the scene of the perfect crime, wish that I had never gotten it in the first place. I wish to forget, but it will never leave me. That burger I had was the best thing in my life. And now it's gone.