she sends me this super long list of random things like cottage cheese, and go-gurt, canned pineapple, Swedish fish, a cupcake cake, angel food cake, Top Ramen, pop-tarts.
Nothing we would actually eat.
My mom wanted me to pick some things up for dinner to.
So I walk to the store, get my stuff, and I'm walking home- it's not until I'm half-way back, talking to Natasha, that I realize that I spent so much time looking for stupid things to buy off of the random list she sent me that I didn't actually buy any food (or drinks) that we'll eat.
Unless we take to eating canned pineapple.
She's gonna pick stuff up on her way over here, so it doesn't really matter that I didn't buy a single thing I went to the store for (I did buy my mom's stuff, though), but it just seemed... kind of like an a really odd symbol of the kind of relationship Natasha and I have.
Sentimental bullshit.
