make sure i'm around when you've finally got something to say

kate stabs the poor hapless piece of lettuce sitting on her plate.

"i hate salad." she states with venom behind every word.

we were eating dinner, the same stuff that we've been eating since we came here in september. in the beginning i was enthuastic about the food, because at least a variety was offered, however, that variety really isn't as various as i had originally hoped. it jst consists of the same things offered at different times in a week.

kate continued to stab and mutter uncouth things under her breath at the poor piece of greenery.

"someone's angsty and needs a viggo movie!" i tell her cheerfully.

i think tonight it'll be g.i. jane just so we can watch shit blow up and people get all bloody.