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impyThose Hello Kitty biscuits/cookies with chocolate cream? Nasty. Mom lied to me. Tried to convince me they weren't that bad. So I tried one and I swear my first thought was this mental audio clip of something Ryan said once. I don't even remember the whole thing, but profanity and just pure shock that something could be so disgusting.
Yes. My brain is wired so that I can randomly remember things people say, in their voices, but not recall the whole thing later. :p So, yes. I do hear voices. But it's usually an echo in my head. Like occasionally I will wake out of a sound sleep and think someone was calling me. They weren't. Or else people are just as twisted as I am and are lying to me when I ask. Hrmm. I think that happened last night too. I remember waking up, all freaked out about something. But I don't remember what or why.
Made some crab wontons today. Me! I made them. They were freakishly good. I've found that most things taste better if someone else makes it. But there are exceptions. I think I make better fajitas than my mother, and I know I make better tacos, and for quite awhile I made damn good spaghetti. I make those beef cubes in every flavor better than she does, except if mushrooms are needed because I hate them. She makes a better pb&j, and tuna sammich. Anyway, good stuff. The odd thing about all this is the fact that I don't really like crab. :p
who is going to sell me a miracle because every star I wish on fades away
*hums* We like Dexter Freebish. We do. We worry that they spend entirely too much time in Charleston since you can't go two months without them having a concert, but if I were interested in seeing them live, this would be a good thing, eh?
I might be going to Hades this evening. Hades=C-ass's apartment. We'll see. I should probably free up the phone line though.
So freakin' tired.
Odd. I think I love this song.
Yes. My brain is wired so that I can randomly remember things people say, in their voices, but not recall the whole thing later. :p So, yes. I do hear voices. But it's usually an echo in my head. Like occasionally I will wake out of a sound sleep and think someone was calling me. They weren't. Or else people are just as twisted as I am and are lying to me when I ask. Hrmm. I think that happened last night too. I remember waking up, all freaked out about something. But I don't remember what or why.
Made some crab wontons today. Me! I made them. They were freakishly good. I've found that most things taste better if someone else makes it. But there are exceptions. I think I make better fajitas than my mother, and I know I make better tacos, and for quite awhile I made damn good spaghetti. I make those beef cubes in every flavor better than she does, except if mushrooms are needed because I hate them. She makes a better pb&j, and tuna sammich. Anyway, good stuff. The odd thing about all this is the fact that I don't really like crab. :p
who is going to sell me a miracle because every star I wish on fades away
*hums* We like Dexter Freebish. We do. We worry that they spend entirely too much time in Charleston since you can't go two months without them having a concert, but if I were interested in seeing them live, this would be a good thing, eh?
I might be going to Hades this evening. Hades=C-ass's apartment. We'll see. I should probably free up the phone line though.
So freakin' tired.
Odd. I think I love this song.
