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i just made some mashed potatoes for breakfast and they were good but too garlicy.
i am spending lots of time lately playing dragon quest viii and that game is a lot of frustration but pretty enjoyable.
is it sad to basically only really relate to a internet comic strip character? i spent some dollars at achewood and then caught up on roast beef's blog and laughed so hard but wish i could warn him about the S.A.D. light he is thinking of getting. it totally mimics the sunlighting that it's supposedly like at 10 am on a sunny springtime morning. it doesn't work though. i have had a big one attached to my bed for like 2 years and i am still a sadness. it's good for seeing all the crumbs you need to vacuum on the floor though. or maybe taking pictures of food for a catalog.
i think the usual christmas blahness i get is setting in pretty hard. this year we are helping to cook a turkey for like 20 people and it's causing more anxiety in me than warm-hearted glowingness. i just think about the people i would rather not wish happy new year to or share holiday hugging with who will be there or the talks i won't really be able to join in about jam sessions and such and also having to freak out watching people make retarded stuffing because i don't want to be a control freak and intervene. i think probably i will have to find some ativans and make a scrabble/drool area in order to get through it without ending up with my festive tights on my head and puking on my tits with 40 cigarettes in my mouth rocking back and forth on the back porch in the hopefully present snow.
the other night i ate like 6 pieces of churches chicken in a sitting and i think it helped me spiritually. i was cooking healthy stuff like salmon in an onion balsamic reduction and like cucumber cilatro salads up until then and was feeling not much like me. then i ate those chickens and like totally ended up crying a little after and it was like i was reborn with the glistening grease on my face not unlike a newborn child.
oh lately i keep needing to sing that korn song (sorry, backward k function isn't on this keyboard) where it goes kinda mmmmmmbrrrrrrrrrgkeh mmmmmmmmmmbrrrrrrgkeh mmmmmmmm mmmmmbrekeh mmmmmmbrekeh mmmmm AWOKHAWOKHA. i am really good at the AWOKHA part but john won't sing it with me too much which is sad because it sounds best when someone sings the mmmmmmbrrrrrrrrrgkeh part because the AWOKHA kinda comes a little before the brekeh mmmm is finished but i think it embarrasses him and this is a shame because it feels really good to do. just hearing in my ears me be a part of something like that feels right.
i am spending lots of time lately playing dragon quest viii and that game is a lot of frustration but pretty enjoyable.
is it sad to basically only really relate to a internet comic strip character? i spent some dollars at achewood and then caught up on roast beef's blog and laughed so hard but wish i could warn him about the S.A.D. light he is thinking of getting. it totally mimics the sunlighting that it's supposedly like at 10 am on a sunny springtime morning. it doesn't work though. i have had a big one attached to my bed for like 2 years and i am still a sadness. it's good for seeing all the crumbs you need to vacuum on the floor though. or maybe taking pictures of food for a catalog.
i think the usual christmas blahness i get is setting in pretty hard. this year we are helping to cook a turkey for like 20 people and it's causing more anxiety in me than warm-hearted glowingness. i just think about the people i would rather not wish happy new year to or share holiday hugging with who will be there or the talks i won't really be able to join in about jam sessions and such and also having to freak out watching people make retarded stuffing because i don't want to be a control freak and intervene. i think probably i will have to find some ativans and make a scrabble/drool area in order to get through it without ending up with my festive tights on my head and puking on my tits with 40 cigarettes in my mouth rocking back and forth on the back porch in the hopefully present snow.
the other night i ate like 6 pieces of churches chicken in a sitting and i think it helped me spiritually. i was cooking healthy stuff like salmon in an onion balsamic reduction and like cucumber cilatro salads up until then and was feeling not much like me. then i ate those chickens and like totally ended up crying a little after and it was like i was reborn with the glistening grease on my face not unlike a newborn child.
oh lately i keep needing to sing that korn song (sorry, backward k function isn't on this keyboard) where it goes kinda mmmmmmbrrrrrrrrrgkeh mmmmmmmmmmbrrrrrrgkeh mmmmmmmm mmmmmbrekeh mmmmmmbrekeh mmmmm AWOKHAWOKHA. i am really good at the AWOKHA part but john won't sing it with me too much which is sad because it sounds best when someone sings the mmmmmmbrrrrrrrrrgkeh part because the AWOKHA kinda comes a little before the brekeh mmmm is finished but i think it embarrasses him and this is a shame because it feels really good to do. just hearing in my ears me be a part of something like that feels right.