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OH admiration

in falling asleep all of my powers day after day i can tell you we swaggered and swayed deep in the tower the praries below i can tell you but telling gets old

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i saw she was happy in her circumstances

i am listening to the new midlake and rather not enjoying having strep throat, although it is better than mono. i went to the ER from 8 pm to 230 am and it not my favorite thing ever. mmm benadryl ibuprofen tylenol sudafed claritin antibioticsz
however, this is [my favorite thing ever]. but i love stuff like that, so...
also, i want this poster but it is expensive. i am still flipping out over having missed sufjan on austin city limits.
jeph jacques is my hero!
and i must now rest because i have to make up my exams eventually.

ps: today i bought the unbearable lightness of being so i want to read that and i finished possible side effects which is the funniest thing evar. here is a part of one of the stories. he is immitating a cooking show in the kitchen.
"i used an entire stick of butter to grease the pan, mashing the stick back and forth until all that was left in my hand was a greasy wax paper wrapper. clumps and thick streaks of butter stuck to the bottom, sides, and rim of the pan.
"i believe in butter," i told my viewers. "no matter what they say, parkay just doesn't have the same taste or richness. sometimes, a simple butter sandwich in the afternoon is the zenith of my day."
my vocabulary was impressive for a nine-year-old. television had a lot to offer a smart, attentive child. people generally scoffed at children like me who spent all their time in front of the tube. but what these pepole failed to consider was that the answers on game shows had been fact-checked for accuracy.
i removed the dark bottle from the cabinet. "add vanilla to taste," i said, dumping all of it into the mixture, then tossing the bottle on the rug in front of the dishwasher.
sometimes, i would forget a step and this would make me mad. "cut," i said out loud, then turned on the oven. back in character, i returned to my show, smiling. "by now your preheated oven should be ready to accept the cake."
my recipes had involved no actual knowledge, but rather a collection of ingredients i'd seen julia use in various recipes. so there would just as likely be bacon in one of my cakes as vinear in a batch of my muffins."
just a taste of a great book. go buy it! now!

pps: comic.

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  1. Blogger amda | Fri Jan 12, 03:46:00 PM CST |  

    my friend has me reading this book called "Stiff"...it's about cadavers and pretty much every single thing about them. while it's really gross in the way that it describes how our bodies liquidate and etc., it's hilarious because of the way that she writes things.

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