June 11, 2004 :: 10:00 p.m.
household fires are not the kind of spice I want in my life
So I set the toaster oven on fire tonight.
Yeah, I know. It was bizarre. I was making myself an english muffin pizza, and I put a sheet of tin foil down over the slidey grate thing so that cheese wouldn't goo over the edges onto the heating element. I thought I was being all clean and responsible and shit, and then I turn around and lo and behold, flames are rising up from beneath my evening snack. Not just little dinky flames, either. Serious, for real, "holy fucking shit if this gets out of the toaster oven my entire house is going to burn down" flames. It was scary.
Being the level-headed, resourceful girl that I am, I filled a mug with water and threw it into the fire. And then another. And then I retrieved my soggy, black-edged snack from the pit of hell and threw it away before clearing any visible debris from the bottom of said pit. I have no idea how the fire started, except to say that perhaps we should start cleaning out the toaster oven more often. Because the bottom of that thing? Was just foul. It was like a cremation furnace, where all the errant crumbs and bits of cheese go to die.
So now the first floor of my house smells like burning tin foil, and, well, that's about it. I never got my english muffin pizza, either, because I am now officially afraid to use the toaster oven until it's cool enough for my to actually clean out the inside. Because there's shit in there that needs ice-picked off. Gak. I made mini perogies instead, and then ate the peanut butter cup that was in the freezer. It was sufficiently yummy.
The rest of my day consisted of hanging out with Adam before he went to work, replacing one of my car's taillights, making my first ever real live homemade spaghetti sauce, and wasting WAY too much time online. I called Joe, but he wasn't home. Again. I've been calling him every other day or so for about two weeks. I leave messages, but he never calls back. I'm feeling very rejected.
Anyway... I can't focus much at the moment. Stupid distractions. It's amazing how I can be SO goddamn bored and yet still so utterly engrossed things. Perplexing.
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