I find myself being heartily jealous of your summer in Cape May. It seems like a Baby-stters Club book, somehow -- perhaps a Super Special -- in which you will develop a marvelous tan, sun-dappled highlights, solve a mystery, and date a lifeguard. But I digress.
I have an unabashed double standard on the fast food front. I secretly crave Taco Bell, and yet judge others who eat it. Which I suppose means that eating Taco Bell results in me judging...me. Now THAT'S something new and different.
Address: 1320 N. Delaware, #307, Indianapolis, IN, 46202. I shall send mail your way, too!
Mollsy, thank you so much for the lovely letter. I had such a delightful time reading it and it brightened up my mid-finals frenzy.
Be glad you did not go to Commencement: it is pouring rain here, Toni Morrison notwithstanding!
The perfect frozen coffee beverage can be found at a regional chain in Houston. I forget the name now but will post it when I remember. We would send out envoys EVERY DAY from the office to get everyone nice coffee drinks.
I have mixed feelings on Peter Gallagher. I've been reading stuff in InStyle about him that make me really like him, but I can't get his superhairychest from Sex Lies and Videotape outta my head. You know the scene where he put a potted plant over his erection when he's rendezvous-ing with his wife's sister?
"Is that for me?" "Yeah." "Is...that also for me." ".....yeah."
The thing is with me that I love fast food in general. Guilty pleasure.
And I'm going to agree with Meghan that often I judge people for eating the same fast food things that I like to eat. Case in point: the Big Mac. I love it, and yet, when I see other people ordering it, I think they're gross slobs to order such a huge burger. I get around this because I only order the burger, never the combo meal (that much soda grosses me out and I don't generally feel the need for fries... the burger is more than enough for me), so I judge the people who order the combo meal.
That's my general fast food judgement of others, I guess... people who order the huge-ass super-size lard-bomb combo meals.
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I have an unabashed double standard on the fast food front. I secretly crave Taco Bell, and yet judge others who eat it. Which I suppose means that eating Taco Bell results in me judging...me. Now THAT'S something new and different.
Address: 1320 N. Delaware, #307, Indianapolis, IN, 46202. I shall send mail your way, too!
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Be glad you did not go to Commencement: it is pouring rain here, Toni Morrison notwithstanding!
The perfect frozen coffee beverage can be found at a regional chain in Houston. I forget the name now but will post it when I remember. We would send out envoys EVERY DAY from the office to get everyone nice coffee drinks.
I have mixed feelings on Peter Gallagher. I've been reading stuff in InStyle about him that make me really like him, but I can't get his superhairychest from Sex Lies and Videotape outta my head. You know the scene where he put a potted plant over his erection when he's rendezvous-ing with his wife's sister?
"Is that for me?"
"Yeah."
"Is...that also for me."
".....yeah."
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yeah. this guy is definitely hotter than peter gallagher. also older, maybe.
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And I'm going to agree with Meghan that often I judge people for eating the same fast food things that I like to eat. Case in point: the Big Mac. I love it, and yet, when I see other people ordering it, I think they're gross slobs to order such a huge burger. I get around this because I only order the burger, never the combo meal (that much soda grosses me out and I don't generally feel the need for fries... the burger is more than enough for me), so I judge the people who order the combo meal.
That's my general fast food judgement of others, I guess... people who order the huge-ass super-size lard-bomb combo meals.
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i sent the text message.
and i love taco bell.
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