December 19, 2010
I need to stop eating. I’m eating in substitution of this other thing that I want and can’t have. It feels like a nosebleed in my mouth.
I want to be home where Bjpie is sleeping like a cute worm in my bed, but I am hear at work, trying to demystify three ridiculous pieces of sql instead.
May 4, 2010
i’m eating a pickle.
you’re such a baby! babies don’t like to eat pickles!
some babies like to eat pickles! the kool-aid ones!
you’ve never heard of that?
no! what the hell is kool-aid pickles?
it’s when you put kool-aid in the pickle juice, and then it’s like red candy pickles!
yum? eeeeaggh. that’s disgusting.
AND BELOW, more history of grossness:
A GALLON jar of pickles sits near the register at Lee’s Washerette and Food Market, a mustard-colored cinder-block bunker on the western fringe of this Mississippi Delta town.
Those pickles were once mere dills. They were once green. Their exteriors remain pebbly, a reminder that long ago they began their lives on a farm, on the ground, as cucumbers.
But they now have an arresting color that combines green and garnet, and a bracing sour-sweet taste that they owe to a long marinade in cherry or tropical fruit or strawberry Kool-Aid.
May 3, 2010
bejai can we make this asap?!?!?!??!
April 20, 2010
this sleepless ongoes
despair was coming but soup was had then human appeas’d
now there is library w. omelet upstairs sumwhere noveling or not; w. coca cola standard fare now
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