Once again, I have proved that a good education and a lot of cynicism is the bane of my acting "normal". I'm sorry, but I can't help have a long, sardonic chuckle at the concept of a concert
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Or, ok, technically, I got back about 5 hours ago, but, same concept! The laundry is making its way towards done-ness, and folding will occur. 900 emails have been looked through and most have been deleted.
The theater I saw it at has the most overpriced garage ever. And is a pain to get out of. And has parking attendants who believe that making everything more difficult for me is part of their jobs. I am just way too pissed off right now.
I get back from the gym, wondering which fresh veggies to use to cook something for supper. I walk into the kitchen and see baklava. And cookies. And chips. And in the fridge, double creme brie. Who the hell stole the list of my favorite foods? I am scared to open the freezer, lest I find cookies'n'cream ice cream or strawberry-mango sorbet
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On the treadmill, I noticed that instead of staring randomly into the space in front of me without seeing it, I was staring at something. Or, rather, two somethings. no. 1 was a guy lifting weights with a really amazing set of arm/shoulder muscles. no.2 was the roux Rachel Ray was making on the TV behind him.
I was at Whole Foods, looking at almond flour, wondering if I needed to buy some or if Richenza was going to do that. So, I called her cell. And she answered, saying she was at (another) Whole Foods, looking for the same thing
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