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ick and huh
Oct. 5th, 2001 04:32 amI went into the kitchen a few minutes ago to heat up the remainder of my soup from earlier tonight... cheesey onion soup from Outback Steakhouse. Opened the container and recoiled when I saw that the top of the soup had SOLIDIFIED in a layer of lard! Then I shrugged, got a spoon, scooped it into my nifty tupperware microwave soup mug, and heated it anyway.
Look out, arteries, here it comes! I'm on the loose! Anyone have a can of Crisco I can eat?
In other news, I realised that I feel peculiarly threatened by boyish girls. Nothing to do with sexual orientation, more to do with lifestyle, personal style, that kind of thing. Very difficult to explain. They have been able to take so much from me because there are certain things about them that boys prefer to ultimately girly-girl product queens like myself.
and strangely, I still get into these "simplicity" and "organization" fits for my own peace of mind. Not so that boys will like me better. Boys have to like me for who I am.
Look out, arteries, here it comes! I'm on the loose! Anyone have a can of Crisco I can eat?
In other news, I realised that I feel peculiarly threatened by boyish girls. Nothing to do with sexual orientation, more to do with lifestyle, personal style, that kind of thing. Very difficult to explain. They have been able to take so much from me because there are certain things about them that boys prefer to ultimately girly-girl product queens like myself.
and strangely, I still get into these "simplicity" and "organization" fits for my own peace of mind. Not so that boys will like me better. Boys have to like me for who I am.
