Random Sunday.

Last night I went to dinner with an ex. Haven't seen him over a year. The one I may or may not have cheated on. I actually used to words "It's not like I'm a serial cheater." Hmmm. I suppose that sounds insensitive or something, but in context I don't think it was. Overall, it was pretty comfortable and laid back. He looked good. I sort of want to try again with him, but I suppose that is his decision to make. Trust issues, can't really blame him.
I can't find my camera cable. It's frustrating not being able to find anything. I have things at my house, at J's house, at my parents house, even at my grandma's house! Moving around sucks.
In a couple weeks I'll be back at my house, with my brother and his GF as roommates. We'll see how that goes...
A couple nights ago I was starving, but too lazy to go to a store, and no food in the house. I was this close to running for the border, but lately the fat is sort of melting off my body, so I held back.
Turns out, the "no food in the house" excuse is almost always bullshit. I started out with boneless skinless chicken breasts, and cooked it in a frying pan on low/medium heat, adding water to keep it moist, lid on pan. Spices too, of course. I've found this is the only way to keep white chicken meat from becoming tasteless and dry without adding a bunch of fattening stuff.
So, then I added a can of (lowfat) cream of chicken soup to the pan after the chicken was done, no water so it was thick, and steamed a bunch of frozen vegetables (broccoli, carrots, snap peas, cauliflower) and boiled some whole wheat pasta shells.
Chicken w/ soup on top of pasta, veggies on the side with lots of pepper.
It was so good. I don't usually talk about food much, because I don't get that into it, but I was so proud of myself that I made a healthy, delicious meal out like, nothing. I took a couple pics, but yeah... camera cable.
Right now there's a CSI on about that whole adults acting like babies sex fetish, and I just don't get it. I'm all sexually liberated and stuff, but that I can't relate to. At all.