2.14.2005
yo yo, i'm a space dynamo.
happy Lub Day, to those who are "counting." to those who are not, happy mcardle's birthday!
anywho, in case you were wondering, i'm alive. i spent the last half of last week home sick with mr. zee bee, who fell victim to the flu. floo. flew. fleu. at first i intended to stay home and make sure he didn't die of loneliness while he watched movie after movie on the couch, but eventually i ended up with a touch of the ick myself. so we built a monumental cocoon and didn't emerge for days on end. it was a beautiful thing.
for the record (in my opinion of course), the following movies are total pieces of suck:
* "the rundown," featuring walken, the rock and stiffler. and monkeys.
* "love actually," in which super-hokey shit happens and stupid music plays (though there are a couple of funny parts, most of them involving kids cussing or wearing spiderman face paint in the christmas play)
* "the village," wherefore peoplefolk talkest like this in a real bad-like fashion and Nothing Scary Ever Happens
but we'll watch anything once. seriously. even alien vs. predator. you think i'm joking but ask me anything, i'll tell you what happens. the chick, she like BECOMES a predator.
so anyway, we were hermits for four and a half days straight, and it was fantabulous. i hated having to go to work today, though i'm not sure how much i ever really DON'T hate having to go to work. and now i'm home, putting off the horror that is "Picking Out Something Actually Fairly Nice to Wear to Dinner with a Boy." i absolutely dread POSAFNTWTDWAB. it really just makes me more aware of my minor retardation when it comes to being girly. dad never wasted much time grooming my sister and i to be "ladies," and from what i can tell of the whole deal i can't say i blame him.
so that's all for now. i gotta go do that girly thing. we're going to dinner, for real, not just pasta plus or maggotdonalds or anything, and it's kinda exciting. though i'm sure two hours in heels will remind me WHY i prefer the drive-thru just about any day. i still get to hang out with the coolest dude in town, either way.
in keeping with the whole "theme" of the day, i'll leave you with a picture of something i love. it really and truly is a bacon cheese dog. you're to assume that i love bacon and that i also love cheese dogs. and also, you're to assume that i'll be trying one of those ANY DAY NOW.
anywho, in case you were wondering, i'm alive. i spent the last half of last week home sick with mr. zee bee, who fell victim to the flu. floo. flew. fleu. at first i intended to stay home and make sure he didn't die of loneliness while he watched movie after movie on the couch, but eventually i ended up with a touch of the ick myself. so we built a monumental cocoon and didn't emerge for days on end. it was a beautiful thing.
for the record (in my opinion of course), the following movies are total pieces of suck:
* "the rundown," featuring walken, the rock and stiffler. and monkeys.
* "love actually," in which super-hokey shit happens and stupid music plays (though there are a couple of funny parts, most of them involving kids cussing or wearing spiderman face paint in the christmas play)
* "the village," wherefore peoplefolk talkest like this in a real bad-like fashion and Nothing Scary Ever Happens
but we'll watch anything once. seriously. even alien vs. predator. you think i'm joking but ask me anything, i'll tell you what happens. the chick, she like BECOMES a predator.
so anyway, we were hermits for four and a half days straight, and it was fantabulous. i hated having to go to work today, though i'm not sure how much i ever really DON'T hate having to go to work. and now i'm home, putting off the horror that is "Picking Out Something Actually Fairly Nice to Wear to Dinner with a Boy." i absolutely dread POSAFNTWTDWAB. it really just makes me more aware of my minor retardation when it comes to being girly. dad never wasted much time grooming my sister and i to be "ladies," and from what i can tell of the whole deal i can't say i blame him.
so that's all for now. i gotta go do that girly thing. we're going to dinner, for real, not just pasta plus or maggotdonalds or anything, and it's kinda exciting. though i'm sure two hours in heels will remind me WHY i prefer the drive-thru just about any day. i still get to hang out with the coolest dude in town, either way.
in keeping with the whole "theme" of the day, i'll leave you with a picture of something i love. it really and truly is a bacon cheese dog. you're to assume that i love bacon and that i also love cheese dogs. and also, you're to assume that i'll be trying one of those ANY DAY NOW.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 4:59 PM 
dude-- bacon hotdogs are SO GOOD.
i made them when i was home this summer, and all these dudes were too freaked out to try them. then they came to their senses and realized that HOT DOGS + MORE PORK = so so awesome.
the best is that in LA, these little mexican husband/wife duos stand outside the bars and fry these puppies up, and you cannot resist the smell FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. theyre huge and amazing.
oh man, i think im gonna go get one.
i made them when i was home this summer, and all these dudes were too freaked out to try them. then they came to their senses and realized that HOT DOGS + MORE PORK = so so awesome.
the best is that in LA, these little mexican husband/wife duos stand outside the bars and fry these puppies up, and you cannot resist the smell FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. theyre huge and amazing.
oh man, i think im gonna go get one.
i AM feeling much better, thank you... though it is a big pain in the ass to have to return to work and life in general. i don't know why whithering away into nothing gets such a bum rap. lazy r people 2, you know.
but eventually i ended up with a touch of the ick myselfick is actually the singular form of ix. (icks) i dont think mr. bloompsey would be cool with me touching you even once.
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