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My clothing has taken to encouraging speeches, and everything in my kitchen is infected with mangoes.
The life of an olesia.
So my mother has, in the recent year, been very taken with mango in her salsa. I don't eat salsa, so this is of no concern to me. Sometimes she buys us lunch from Qdoba, and during the summer they have a mango-something chicken salad-which is not bad, truth be told! But mango and I are not really the closest of friends, so in that situation I could really take it or leave it.
But now it has started getting into my other foods, in ways that make no sense. I had some cheese yesterday that proclaimed to have apricots in it. They were mangoes.
I had a goddamn sausage with secret mango in it. Why. Why would anyone ever do such a thing. It still had beef or whatever and yet, there, small clumps of mango, as big and as unwelcome as stray fingernail clippings.
For the other half of this, a hat I got at the convention had a slip of paper in the pocket (why this hat has a pocket is also a mystery) that wants me to know that "good people are guided by their honesty." (This same hat got me free coffee while at said convention, while I was being... honest? So maybe there's something to it.) The shirt I'm currently wearing, on the reverse side of the care/wash instructions, includes a bible verse about the strength of love and reiterates twice that Love NEVER gives up!
So my wardrobe might be conspiring to help me change my life for the better, as far as it can tell. When do I get my Disney musical number?
The life of an olesia.
So my mother has, in the recent year, been very taken with mango in her salsa. I don't eat salsa, so this is of no concern to me. Sometimes she buys us lunch from Qdoba, and during the summer they have a mango-something chicken salad-which is not bad, truth be told! But mango and I are not really the closest of friends, so in that situation I could really take it or leave it.
But now it has started getting into my other foods, in ways that make no sense. I had some cheese yesterday that proclaimed to have apricots in it. They were mangoes.
I had a goddamn sausage with secret mango in it. Why. Why would anyone ever do such a thing. It still had beef or whatever and yet, there, small clumps of mango, as big and as unwelcome as stray fingernail clippings.
For the other half of this, a hat I got at the convention had a slip of paper in the pocket (why this hat has a pocket is also a mystery) that wants me to know that "good people are guided by their honesty." (This same hat got me free coffee while at said convention, while I was being... honest? So maybe there's something to it.) The shirt I'm currently wearing, on the reverse side of the care/wash instructions, includes a bible verse about the strength of love and reiterates twice that Love NEVER gives up!
So my wardrobe might be conspiring to help me change my life for the better, as far as it can tell. When do I get my Disney musical number?