couch potato chips

living with friends (elaine and konrad),
not traveling 2.5+ hrs every day,
not having to eat packwiches,
not having to sneak around after 11 pm
(since people actually are night active),
playing my music, saying whatever,
feeling comfortable and being myself
(without having to listen to the drone
of a television or the hum of a computer screen
masking misery in the background)
is all so much better that i could have expected!

my regional rep called my work today to chat.
she wants to meet tomorrow for lunch and
it'll be interesting and challenging not to bring up
the fact that these former hosts were nothing but
boring couch potatoes who find jokes about
the physically disabled hilarious.

time to smear or time to cheer?

packwiches

these things are piling up in my host family's fridge.
i've been eating them for the past 6 months, but lately
i've felt like barfing at the thought of them.

imagine a normal sandwich,
but much, much blander,
with the texture of a sponge
and about ten times unhealthier.

i will from this time on refer to them as packwiches
and perhaps coin the term and start a superior line!