i made a lasagna last night.
it took, like, 2 hours (and that doesn't even count cooking time, since i'm not cooking it till tonight). granted, it turned out gorgeously and i'm pretty fucking excited to eat it, and i'm sure that if i cooked all the time i would become a bit more time-efficient, but holyfuckingshit i don't know how some women do that shit everyday. most days the thought of cooking an egg seems like it would take waaaaaay too much energy.
and this is how i end up eating cheese and triscuits for dinner more nights than i'd like to admit.
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I had cheese and crackers for dinner last night. And cheerios. And some gummy bears. Fail?
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