I had a craving for candy bars today. I bought 6.

Today was most unproductive. I didn't do anything. My ass hurts from sitting here.

Today I was hungry so I stopped at mcdies on the way home from taking Ed to work. And there was this creepy looking guy walking up to the drive through. You know that feeling when you can sense the person coming your way is gonna try to talk to you? Thats what I had. Luckily the lady gave me my food just seconds before the guy got to my car and I quickly put my window up. Then he yelled at me through the door to give him a quarter. I zoomed out of there. What a creep. Now, I'm not busting on homeless people. In Boston I used to see a lot of the same people on certain corners. They were there, if you felt like giving you did, if not thats fine. One time I bought some hot chocolate for this woman who was squatting outside my dorm. So I'm not one of those people who sends them all to hell. But there is something sooo skeezy about someone who harasses people when they have their window down. I mean he was attacking people as they went to get their food. That is NOT cool. And I really hope the manager came out and told him to get lost. Thats dangerous. And I did the right thing. A girl alone, some creepy looking guy comes up to you in a drive thru, everything I've been taught tells me to put up your windows, lock your door, and get the hell out of there.

Anyway I made myself BBQ chicken pizza for lunch using whatever I had lying around. There was this piece of chicken left over (about 2 oz) from when I made chicken sandwiches last week. Too small to do anything with. So I shredded it up and mixed it with BBQ sauce. I didn't have olive oil so i brushed some vegetable oil on the pizza dough, added the BBQ sauce/chicken mixture and then topped it with cheese.



It came out good but the BBQ sauce was this bold and sweet kind....so it was a bit too sweet for the pizza. Here's how it came out.



Tomorrow I have to go to my parents house because the stupid claim adjuster decided after 2 years to come see the roof NOW that my parents are in Hawaii. My mom got a call at 5am confirming an appt no one ever told her about. How much you wanna bet they don't show up?