March 23rd, 2002

NewYorkNewYork

Azmatiq: *rubs your butt*

Flame war in debate!
Idiots on Chauvinistos posting rape jokes!
Wonderful Pumpkin muffins!
Ranting about religion and socio-political systems!
Coffee!
Warmth!
And as always, my lovely lovely Chad.

Today's been pretty damned good.
I've smiled today and yesterday more than I've smiled in a few weeks.
I feel loved more often than I feel lonely.
And I feel giggly more often than I feel morose.
And I have a mind to keep that trend going.

Now to get the world at large to cooperate.
::grin::
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NewYorkNewYork

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My sister has preternaturally bad smelling feet. Not a horrendous reek or anything. Not anything that's going to make you vomit at first whiff. Just this slow, creeping, slightly nauseating smell. Something like the *quality* (but not the tone) of the smell of rotting beef fat. ::nods::
I used to just think it was the shoes she wore. You know how sometimes the shoes pick up the foot sweat funk and trap it in there, so that it really is the SHOES that make your feet smell, not your feet? I thought it might be the shoes. Those cheap little pseudo-keds that she wore to work. My sister is a prep of the old school. The 80s sort of prep. She's 33.
She wears very very fitting jeans that stop right at her ankles, socks that match her shirt, and lil white tennis shoes.

And her feet radiate an ill funk.
Her foot odor would make just about anyone feel positively confident about wether or not their feet smell.
Her foot stink FILLS THE ROOM.
You can walk into the house and know that Wendy is here, and that her shoes are off.

She's not here right now.
But her lingering stink is.
Kinda makes me wish I had a head cold.
NewYorkNewYork

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KEN WAS MY HERO YESTERDAY.
:::nods:::
I forgot to mention that last night and for it I should be hurt in mean unspeakable ways that you can be sure I'll speak about.

if I ever get around to solidifying cookie plans (checking out different recipes and such ya know... yes.. I know it's bizarre to talk about "cookie plans" .. fuck you too) I might just have to send ken some more.
And maybe some breads.

If I can manage to find enough ingredients that he doesn't take issue with.
Damned picky cookie eaters.
NewYorkNewYork

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akadashi: Yeah, I guess. The figure isn't terrifying, but the breasts have seen better days and GYEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWUHHH... the the... the meat! The horrible meat!
Herbiscuits: hahah
Herbiscuits: hehe.. sorry I subjected you to that.. but you seem to be handling it just fine, lil soldier.
akadashi: If I could vomit out of my eye sockets, I would.
Herbiscuits: HAHAH