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omg. i love battlestar.
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a list of why i love my mother who is crazy.
my momma is so rediculous that when she told me that she was going to adopt a little kenyan boy with a cleft palette, i honestly believed her. And not for just any ole "im a fool" reason, neither. for the very real reason that my momma is just a bit, just a tad, off her rocker.
let's catalog.
starting with dogs:
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you'd think that for having been awake for the past hour and a half, i'd have something more substantial to say that "drink tabasco when your throat is sore" -
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When I tell people that I'm painting, I really mean that I have a half-finished painting sitting in my room that I look at every day. -
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tonight i have made a "clash of the continents" dinner. feeling as if i was in a bit of a bind, iron and protein-wise, i took it upon myself to make a delicious american steak. cooked just until it wasn't mooing, but still bloody enough to scare a first-year med student. it was delicious. matched with a home-made near-eastern recipe of mashed ( Read more... ) -
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because there is no place (that i've found) to purchase hazelnut chocolate icecream, i've taken to making my own ( Read more... ) -
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my mother just sent me a photo of her dog getting accupuncture.
i reply "mom, you be craaazy"
she replies "it runs in the family... watch out"
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Music Post: Because Ian did it and I damn well can too
A review of the music which i discovered this year and love. Not necessarily music which came out this year, but still grand ole stuff.
1: The Blow, both Poor Aim: Love Songs and Paper Television
I have loved The Blow since Khaela came to Demerest when i was living there and performed in the basement. Poor Aim: Love songs was re-released in 2007 ( Read more... ) -
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i miss the days of summer. the cherry tomatoes oozing on the grill next to blackening fresh zucchini. hours of pabst and veggie corndogs. sitting on the ugly brown couch with every fan in the living room pointed at my bare legs. male roommates (before the drama). lisha. melting ice cream cones for breakfast (because i'm an adult, dammit, and i can ( Read more... )
