Second blog post, innit?

Okay, so I have these AWESOME friends, right?

Sabia
Sinead
Kylee
Francesca
Michelle
Ashley
Ben
Kailyn
Edi
Drew
Ego
Amy
Eric
Sara
Brittany
Britt
Nathan
Austin
Jamie
Steven
Stevious
Mattie
Avy
Robin
Shannon
Umby

(By the way, these were listed in no particular order, and if I forgot anyone... I am sorry)

Any way... I consider every single one of these people my best friends, it may be off-putting, and the feeling may not be mutual, but it is true, and if any one of these people read this, I want them to know it.

and that segment brings me to the real topic of this post:

In the list above are all of my internet friends, (who, henceforth, will be called URL friends) and none of my physical friends (who, henceforth, will be called IRL friends) the reason for this is, I consider my URL friends better friends than my IRL friends.


I am not really sure why, but I talk to them about more than I would ever dream of talking about with my IRL friends. I have two theories to explain this:

1.) What I call the "Confessional Theory™" the driving factor behind this is: you can't see the person you are talking too, therefore, when you tell them what's on your mind, you can't see their reaction, and tell by their body language whether or not they have an objection about whatever you are talking about.

2.) My second theory is that, they are, pretty much, always there for me. I have a problem at 5:00 AM Eastern time, there may be someone in England or Ireland that I can talk to.

now it could very well be a combination of the two or it could just be that they are Nerdfighters.

OH CRAP! I JUST MADE A SOUP!

So... this is a tale of me wanting something to eat...

It started with me seeing some crackers... I thought:

"Oooh! I want Crackers with what I am having"

glancing once more at he pantry, my eyes found a can of Corn and shortly thereafter a can of Green Beans...

"Oh! I'll do a nice little Corn and Greenbean Salad" then, a beat afterward

"oh! a Hot Salad would be even better!"

So, with one swift motion I coerced the canned vegetation into the glistening pool of pale golden, churned dairy, which was waiting, almost wantonly for the yellow and green melange.

Then, with a sudden, grim realization, I wrenched my neck back towards the pantry, searching desperately for a culinary acid: lemon juice... anything!... THERE! I nearly lunged at the solitary can of Tomato paste sitting on the third shelf, flanked by a box of coffee filters and various other sundry items.

Expertly I emptied the can into the sizzling pan.

"Bugger! There isn't enough liquid in the pan to make the Tomato Paste Smooth!"

thinking on my feet I ran to the water cooler and filled a cup half way. As the water touched the pan it sizzled so loudly and so violently 'twas almost as if the metal was screaming out in pains...

Then came: "OH CRAP! I Just made a Soup!!!"