January 2012
Waitching 200 Cigarettes and eating. Thinking about taking up smoking. Happy New Year and all. I’ma tumbl my ass off later. Easy on the vodka and onion dip, kids.
December 2011
cat update
My fattest black cat molly has a lesbian crush on me because I’m fat and wear a lotta black.
My other cats like The Walking Dead waaay more than I do.
looking at pictures of fried rice and ignoring the commercials on hulu. i can go to bed and pass out as soon as my dvd encodes.
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nad do these things in the morning:
make 4 cups plain white rice
go to big lots and buy more sparkling juice, peppermint patties and look for fried-rice seasoning.
i swear to god if dad buys another bottle of sambuca..
mix up donut batter (put sambuca in the fucking batter, couldn’t hurt.)
make nut-roll dough (put sambuca in this batter too. it has to be good for something.)
bake the pie (put it in the fucking pie.)
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decided on cake donuts. I have SO much cinnamon sugar I saved from those warehouse-store boxes of frozen pretzels. printed out a recipe. too lazy to write anything down. I made stuffing croquettes the other day. i just like frying small balls.
i have SO much lard in the fridge and since it’s a holiday tomorrow and sunday, should I make fried dough? or little cake donut holes? I just wanna cook and eat forever.
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year-end emotional rollercoaster:
went up to my room to work out my outfit for tomorrow. paired my purple lame dress with my pink cardigan and realized my white tights just looked stupid with the whole thing. jeans looked dumb. another skirt underneath didn’t work. realized i have no black tights, as all of them are now full of holes and runners. my red tights look stupid with the purple dress because they don’t have a...
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you know, for tumblr being one of the more intelligent places on the internet, the someecards i see here are fucking dumb compared to the ones people create on the actual website. you guys know that the quip isn’t supposed to literally describe the clip-art you choose, right? you’re supposed to think of the quip and then pick out the clip-art in a semi-ironic fashion. I always forget...
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the next person to blog anything in or out of favor of missing-e gets a punch in the face. i don’t care what you use. i don’t give a fuck if you love it or hate it or if you put mayonnaise on your toast instead of butter. shut the fuck up I don’t care.
new year's prep day two:
i went to walmart and bitched a lot. oh and we’re out of food stamps.
bought half a ham. tiny little thing.
talked at length in the car with my mom about killing my dad’s boss. and killing her boss. maybe after greek christmas is over.
it’s just not new year’s without BIG cheez-its and wheat thins.
i have red cabbage and sour cream and cilantro for fish tacos
i made...
sleeping on my face. stupid outfit planned for tomorrow.
So i have this fantasy where the guy I like takes me to a record shop out very far from where I am—where I don’t know the owners and they don’t play local death metal and they still carry vinyl. he keeps his arm around me and I turn to him and tell him to show me all the things I didn’t know I wanted. and it ends there because the ending kinda writes itself.
m80day replied to your post: in denial about kristin wiig and fab moretti being…
Ew, Drew’s ex? I cannot tolerate Kristin Wiig
it just. makes. no. sense. i don’t like to poke my face in celebrity relationships because apparently they’re people too, but she’s a dog.
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also the big-ass bag of tillapia fillets in my freezer warrant fish tacos.
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drafing up sober new year menu for saturday night. more concerned about what i’ll be wearing to my parents’ living room.
going with poteca nut roll, cherry pie and a fight with my mom about how expensive ham is and how we don’t really need a whole one.
also i will be wearing purple lame.