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KALE STALKS
I've been steaming fresh, leafy greens from farmer markets for half a year now. When I got collards or kale, I always used to throw away a large part of the stalks, i.e. the stem part that is not leafy. I dunno why I got into this practice, but I got to thinking- when I bought frozen chopped collards, the stems would be chopped up and mixed in with the leaves. So last night, I made gigantic-leaf kale with the enormous-ass stalks broken up in it, and I have to say that I think I will MARRY kale stalks soon. They taste better than baked potatoes... or French fries. Yes, I went there. Better than fries. Someone needs to open a steamed leafy greens restaurant... and none of this crappy pig-parts-in-collards, like Big Daddy BBQ. I DON'T WANT SWINE in my leafy vegetables. Damn it!
I ADVERSELY TURNED RYAN PHILLIPE BISEXUAL, TELEPATHICALLY
I was sitting around work yesterday, in the morning, kinda staring out the window and thinking about what other jobs I might have, theoretically. I was mulling sex work... if, of course, I had been born someone hot. My thoughts were along the lines of, "If I was.... I dunno.... say, Ryan Phillipe, I could be a bisexual gigolo. Yep, I'm sure if one looked like Ryan Phillipe, the bisexual gigolo market would be easily attainable." Roughly 4 hours later, I see that Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe have SEPARATED. Coincidence? Maybe. I'd hate to think my thoughts of a bisexual gigolo vocation* would have broken up a (relatively) long-term Hollywood cute-perky power-marriage.
PHYSICAL AND MENTAL CRAPPINESS
bankerboy has proclaimed this "The Season Of Crap," and I seem to jibe with that, since at any point in the last 1 1/2 weeks I have felt either physically or mentally crappy. Saturday, I was gonna go to a Kirsten Dunst/ Sophia Coppola vehicle with adiospardner, but started feeling so sick and tense that I thought I had food poisoning like last Saturday, when I apparently had a hangover and food poisoning (no, I do not think it was simply a hangover. I've had some of those and know what they're like), so I went straight to bed and figured, what with (what with?) Daylight Savings Time, I would get a full night's sleep and feel fine. The next day, though, I felt ridiculously tired all day... after 8 hours of sleep. So last night, I deliberately stayed up late since sleep didn't seem to "work" lately, got maybe 5 hours of sleep, and feel fine tonight.
BEEN BURNING SONGS FROM LIBRARY CDs
Bellamy Brothers, Buddy Holly, Grateful Dead, Jesus & Mary Chain, Bill Haley & the Comets, Christopher Cross, Bread, Del Shannon, Pere Ubu, Hall & Oates, Run-DMC, that type of thing.
A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT
it's not inside-out, but front-to-back, cuz inside-out
is wiggidy-wiggidy-wiggidy WACK
WASTE TIME
is what you've done if you read all of this. Sorry.
(*not to be confused with a "bisexual gigolo vacation," which is a whole 'nother premise)
KALE STALKS
I've been steaming fresh, leafy greens from farmer markets for half a year now. When I got collards or kale, I always used to throw away a large part of the stalks, i.e. the stem part that is not leafy. I dunno why I got into this practice, but I got to thinking- when I bought frozen chopped collards, the stems would be chopped up and mixed in with the leaves. So last night, I made gigantic-leaf kale with the enormous-ass stalks broken up in it, and I have to say that I think I will MARRY kale stalks soon. They taste better than baked potatoes... or French fries. Yes, I went there. Better than fries. Someone needs to open a steamed leafy greens restaurant... and none of this crappy pig-parts-in-collards, like Big Daddy BBQ. I DON'T WANT SWINE in my leafy vegetables. Damn it!
I ADVERSELY TURNED RYAN PHILLIPE BISEXUAL, TELEPATHICALLY
I was sitting around work yesterday, in the morning, kinda staring out the window and thinking about what other jobs I might have, theoretically. I was mulling sex work... if, of course, I had been born someone hot. My thoughts were along the lines of, "If I was.... I dunno.... say, Ryan Phillipe, I could be a bisexual gigolo. Yep, I'm sure if one looked like Ryan Phillipe, the bisexual gigolo market would be easily attainable." Roughly 4 hours later, I see that Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe have SEPARATED. Coincidence? Maybe. I'd hate to think my thoughts of a bisexual gigolo vocation* would have broken up a (relatively) long-term Hollywood cute-perky power-marriage.
PHYSICAL AND MENTAL CRAPPINESS
bankerboy has proclaimed this "The Season Of Crap," and I seem to jibe with that, since at any point in the last 1 1/2 weeks I have felt either physically or mentally crappy. Saturday, I was gonna go to a Kirsten Dunst/ Sophia Coppola vehicle with adiospardner, but started feeling so sick and tense that I thought I had food poisoning like last Saturday, when I apparently had a hangover and food poisoning (no, I do not think it was simply a hangover. I've had some of those and know what they're like), so I went straight to bed and figured, what with (what with?) Daylight Savings Time, I would get a full night's sleep and feel fine. The next day, though, I felt ridiculously tired all day... after 8 hours of sleep. So last night, I deliberately stayed up late since sleep didn't seem to "work" lately, got maybe 5 hours of sleep, and feel fine tonight.
BEEN BURNING SONGS FROM LIBRARY CDs
Bellamy Brothers, Buddy Holly, Grateful Dead, Jesus & Mary Chain, Bill Haley & the Comets, Christopher Cross, Bread, Del Shannon, Pere Ubu, Hall & Oates, Run-DMC, that type of thing.
A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT
it's not inside-out, but front-to-back, cuz inside-out
is wiggidy-wiggidy-wiggidy WACK
WASTE TIME
is what you've done if you read all of this. Sorry.
(*not to be confused with a "bisexual gigolo vacation," which is a whole 'nother premise)
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pygmy:
thanks 
pb:
yo man. season of crap? i'm not so sure. could be, if we let. me? i ain't gonna.