New food and some booze means aprty in the fridge today.

My meat/aclohol levele is really high you guys, I'M SO DRUNK!

I spent yesterday relaxing in the fridge with the tomatoes and what's left of my egg friends.  Our pad is getting pretty sparse but I hear my room mate will be shopping on Friday so I'm trying to appreciate the extra space. Honestly, I'm just a little bit lonely. I hate being the new food on the block and I'll be glad when some new foods show up. 

I lost another 4 ounces today.  My room mate fried up some grated potatoes with cheese and added part of me to them.  I must say, if I'm going to be chopped up and eaten it seemed like a decent way to go.  I know you are wondering how I can say that when I was so down last time I wrote.

Well I noticed that the tomatoes were looking a little haggard and I found out about this thing called decomposing.  It turns out if my room mate doesn't eat me I will rot and stink up the fridge - making things awful for my comrades in hear and also making my death a complete and utter waste.  I think I have I come to terms with my fate, dear friends.  Everything dies; we're all in this alone.
While I may have accepted this, make no mistake; life as a rotting summer sausage is hard.

Well friends I am sad to say I learned of something very upsetting today.

I was chillin' in the fridge with my egg and tomato pals when my room mate opened the door and took the egg carton out.  When she put it back, Eggdar and Eggith were GONE!  I was shocked! 

The tomatoes quietly told me that they had been eaten!  And it's going to happen to all of us! I really truly believed my room mate was just trying to slim me down. I never knew she would try to get rid of me all together, let alone eat my friends!  I was so sad I perspired a bit in my foil and was glad when some of my sweat dripped on the grapes below (they are a little uppity). 

I understand if you guys don't want to be my friend anymore.  I was only friends with Eggdar and Eggith for a day and it hurts so bad to know I'll never see them again - I don't want to hurt you all too.

I feel as though I have been diagnosed with a terminal illness and in a way I guess I have.  I am trying to enjoy what little time I have here.  It's just so upsetting living in the fridge knowing that at any moment my fat ass room mate might open the door AND EAT ONE OF US! 

I am feeling so down tonight, internet.  Maybe I should just get it over with as quickly as possible. 

I am afraid I'll be gone before I ever feel the warm strength of a spicy bratwurst...

Hey guys, first post here!

I guess I should tell you a little about myself.  My name is Summer Sausage and I'm approximately two months old.  I currently weigh in at a shocking 30 1/2 ounces.  I'm pretty comfortable with my weight but my room mate thinks I need to lose some and keeps eating me.

I moved in a few days ago and I'd only been here a few hours before she thinly sliced me and put me on crackers to enjoy as a snack.

This afternoon she cut almost an entire ounce off of me and put me in some pasta and some mashed potatoes.  As insulting as that is, it was even worse because she didn't even like the pasta and ended up pawning it off to the neighbor!  I feel really used. 

I also suspect she's posting about me on the internet which really hurts my feelings because if she has a problem with me I wish she'd just talk to ME about it, you know?

Anyway, I'm excited to start this new journal and hopefully make some friends who can maybe be supportive and nice and stuff like that.