I'm presenting an article in 18th Century Goth tonight, so of course in my mind that translates to "bring in muffins."
Slight snag in this plan: discovering chunks of Digiorno's pizza in the drawer where we keep the mini-muffin pans and cookie sheets. I am considering writing a passive-aggressive note, although that would not be as satisfying as making an aggressive-aggressive phone call about not 1)dribbling frozen pizza toppings everywhere and 2)leaving them to rot.
I should've taken a picture so I could take it out every time my elderly parents complain about me being a filth wizard (friend only to the pig and the rat). Which would also be a much more satisfying form of passive-aggression than a strongly worded letter taped to the microwave.
Anyway, mini-muffins. Made even sadder by the fact that my peers' response probably has fuck-all to do with my grade on this, so there's no point in bribing them. And I just wanted to make muffins while we actually had milk that hasn't turned into yogurt yet.
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