Food and sex...nothing better
'Ello love. Yesterday proved to be ok for a day off, even though I didn't get my car fixed, nor did I clean my apartment. So I am struggling to clean today, even managing to get up a bit early to do it. Nice huh? I thought so.
I am feeling a little better today, still a little worried about certain strange aspects of my health. Keep in mind that I'm not some crazy hypochondriac--I think that is why this is so strange to me. Oh well. I am sure I am fine, maybe just a bit stressed and a tired.
On the recommendations of a couple of friends, I started reading Olive Joules and the Overactive Imagination last night. I have to say that I love it, and this is odd for me as I usually read a different kind of literature. I am actually thinking of writing my own "chick lit" type of story, about the romantic misadventures of some poor soul. I actually think I could pull it off, as working in a retail job surrounded by the early (and late) twenties set has shown me the kind of craziness that I think such a literary endeavor could benefit from. I would just have to remember to make it an intelligent offering, and something that doesn't involve the color pink or the word Prada. Ho hum. It is something to think about, I guess.
I think that I will bake some brownies today for the pour souls at work who so enjoyed the cookies I made last time. Here is the strange thing about baking: once you do it once, you've got their hearts forever (or at least the weight of their hunger, but let's just go with "hearts" as it is more romantic and fun). In a strange (very strange) way, cooking for someone is like sex: you get to find out their likes and dislikes, what it takes to make them come...back for seconds (he he), and some other intimate knowledge that is undescribable in a way that true intimate knowledge is. In my experience, food preferences are like sexual preferences: if you like a lot of different foods, you are pretty willing to experiment, whereas those people who still just eat maccaroni and cheese straight from the box would be pretty boring (I'm only guessing here). Ok, after writing this, I don't know if I should go get a box of cereal or watch go rent Velvet Goldmine (again!).
Well, after that somewhat pornish offering, I shall go. I have lots to do before I go to work today, and in a stunning twist of fate, I may actually try to do them. Yea! Here's to courageousness! And making up words! Yea!
I am feeling a little better today, still a little worried about certain strange aspects of my health. Keep in mind that I'm not some crazy hypochondriac--I think that is why this is so strange to me. Oh well. I am sure I am fine, maybe just a bit stressed and a tired.
On the recommendations of a couple of friends, I started reading Olive Joules and the Overactive Imagination last night. I have to say that I love it, and this is odd for me as I usually read a different kind of literature. I am actually thinking of writing my own "chick lit" type of story, about the romantic misadventures of some poor soul. I actually think I could pull it off, as working in a retail job surrounded by the early (and late) twenties set has shown me the kind of craziness that I think such a literary endeavor could benefit from. I would just have to remember to make it an intelligent offering, and something that doesn't involve the color pink or the word Prada. Ho hum. It is something to think about, I guess.
I think that I will bake some brownies today for the pour souls at work who so enjoyed the cookies I made last time. Here is the strange thing about baking: once you do it once, you've got their hearts forever (or at least the weight of their hunger, but let's just go with "hearts" as it is more romantic and fun). In a strange (very strange) way, cooking for someone is like sex: you get to find out their likes and dislikes, what it takes to make them come...back for seconds (he he), and some other intimate knowledge that is undescribable in a way that true intimate knowledge is. In my experience, food preferences are like sexual preferences: if you like a lot of different foods, you are pretty willing to experiment, whereas those people who still just eat maccaroni and cheese straight from the box would be pretty boring (I'm only guessing here). Ok, after writing this, I don't know if I should go get a box of cereal or watch go rent Velvet Goldmine (again!).
Well, after that somewhat pornish offering, I shall go. I have lots to do before I go to work today, and in a stunning twist of fate, I may actually try to do them. Yea! Here's to courageousness! And making up words! Yea!
posted by Southern Belle at 9:35 AM
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