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Lumpy milk, Curtis!
Reading over one of my entries from yesterday, i come across this line:
Oh well, i know this is nothing new and i'm not saying anything new, but i wanted to say here what i said in the class-- which making this guys at the bottom rung of the ladder shoulder all of this!
Um, what the *fuck* was i talking about? Anyone who can come up with the correct answer will get a vial of something cool in the mail.
Taking another hit off the crack pipe...
So yeah, i work with hazardous shit all the time. GD? No problem. VX? Bring it on. But today, today i faced toxic chemicals that made my knees knock.
Today was the day i finally cleaned out my fridge. Remember when Vali came to see me, lo these many months ago? That milk had still been sitting in there, and the sides of the plastic container had poofed out and i was afraid to touch it for fear that it would explode. i figured that i would just eventually dessicate in there if i left it to its own devices long enough...
but Vali, big meanie that she is, was appalled. It's still there??? Oh my god, throw it out! Germs!
Geez, man, it's not like it was *bothering* anyone or anything... :-D plotting its takeover of my room, growing brothers and sisters in the primordial soup lumps...vowing revenge.
I'm a pretty disgusting human being, i admit. I look at people dust bustering themselves to get rid of the cracker crumbs that have accumulated and think, hey, neat! I hope Vali knows what she's getting into. actually, when i live with people, i don't let it get that gross, honest.
Anyway, totally different subject, but think of Beth today-- she's got that job interview, so keep your fingers crossed and good luck and all that, not that she'll need it because she's the editor of the gods. still, i'm sending good feelings her way. And if there's any competition for the job, i'll just pull a Hazel and stick nudie mags in the other guy's car and alert the manager. yeah!
Oh well, i know this is nothing new and i'm not saying anything new, but i wanted to say here what i said in the class-- which making this guys at the bottom rung of the ladder shoulder all of this!
Um, what the *fuck* was i talking about? Anyone who can come up with the correct answer will get a vial of something cool in the mail.
Taking another hit off the crack pipe...
So yeah, i work with hazardous shit all the time. GD? No problem. VX? Bring it on. But today, today i faced toxic chemicals that made my knees knock.
Today was the day i finally cleaned out my fridge. Remember when Vali came to see me, lo these many months ago? That milk had still been sitting in there, and the sides of the plastic container had poofed out and i was afraid to touch it for fear that it would explode. i figured that i would just eventually dessicate in there if i left it to its own devices long enough...
but Vali, big meanie that she is, was appalled. It's still there??? Oh my god, throw it out! Germs!
Geez, man, it's not like it was *bothering* anyone or anything... :-D plotting its takeover of my room, growing brothers and sisters in the primordial soup lumps...vowing revenge.
I'm a pretty disgusting human being, i admit. I look at people dust bustering themselves to get rid of the cracker crumbs that have accumulated and think, hey, neat! I hope Vali knows what she's getting into. actually, when i live with people, i don't let it get that gross, honest.
Anyway, totally different subject, but think of Beth today-- she's got that job interview, so keep your fingers crossed and good luck and all that, not that she'll need it because she's the editor of the gods. still, i'm sending good feelings her way. And if there's any competition for the job, i'll just pull a Hazel and stick nudie mags in the other guy's car and alert the manager. yeah!
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As something of an expert on messiness and filthiness, I know what you're talking about wrt the milk, even though my own particular brand of messiness has never led me to witness the puffing out of a milk carton. ;-) I work more on covering the floor and all surfaces with coke cans, cigarette wrappers, and dirty dishes.
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wrt the layers o' stuff-- yep, that's me too. i have to carve out space between the stuff to navigate my room.
I dearly love the pic of your kitty looking up all sweetly, the ashtray in the lower left hand corner-- ahh, i can't wait to come out and harrass you again, Beth. That was a fun time.
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As far as those cracker crumbs go, I dust and clean every *week,* milady--yes, week!--and it does no harm whatsoevah. Oscar, Oscar, *Oscar!* ;-D
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so i got caught in a positive feedback loop, which my sweetie rescued me from. Hooray! ehehehhh! :-D
*every* week? But.. but.. but the filth hasn't had time to settle so's that it makes an easier target! *sniff*
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And hey, we won't *Talk* about the chili that lived in my refrigerator for four months. No *sir* ree!
Oh boy, is that chili? Yum!
Hee, just giving ya a hard time-- i subsist mainly on takeout myself, as the rest of the fridge is far too hazardous a place to rummage around in. It's weird when i get scared of the food that i buy-- what used to be so scrumptious and delicious now looks so skanky. weird that i almost contemplated eating/drinking it, once upon a time...