I've always been a pretty accepting person, I like to think. I've always tended to roll with even the strangest or the most random things, but I think that part of my personality is waning a little as a grow older.
Don't get me wrong, I still love the random, thrive on it actually. My roommate and I are currently in a random sticky note war. I've come to the conclusion that we should change tactics in the war in Iraq from fighting to sticking Post-Its all over each others desks when the other isn't in the room. Few things can brighten a day like walking into your room and seeing a sea of orange (or blue in my case) sticky notes over every visible surface of your desk. I'm just sayin...someone in Washington should consider it.
Something that I can't seem to get over in my old age; however, is how strange a substance fruit roll-ups are. I just received two fruit roll-ups in my "finals care package" that my mother sent me and I was soo excited because I do believe it's been years since I actually ate a fruit roll-up. I do believe I still had a lunch-box and a thermos the last time I ate one.
So, I excitedly tore it open, but then I stopped suddenly at the strange texture of it. I don't remember them being so weird before. They're kind of like rubber...or plastic? Actually they kind of look like Reynolds plastic wrap (I hate that stuff) only like...orange and red and stuff. They're not quite as dense as taffy, or Airheads. But they're still stretchy like elastic. Does anyone know a person who makes fruit roll-ups by profession? Cause if you do I'd like to talk to them.
I ate them anyways by the way. They were delicious.
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