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28 February 2006 @ 01:59 pm
Delicious food time, and other things.  
So, there comes a point when you look into your cupboard and you see the following things: ramen, ramen, ramen, and more ramen, a jar of holland onions, a can of olives and some tomato paste. Eating more ramen feels like slowly killing yourself, so you think "Tomato paste. I can do something with that, right?"

The answer is absolutely yes! Especially if you borrow pasta from your room mate and find a very old but still edible bell pepper in the fridge! My pasta is delicious! And absolutely not at all ramen! Thank God! The holland onions are maybe a somewhat odd addition to the sauce, but hey, it works. And if you cover anything with a lot of pepper, it pretty much just tastes like delicious, delicious pepper. In conclusion, DINNER: ACCOMPLISHED.

Also, hidden in the back of my refrigerator was a bottle of good beer that I remember buying long, long ago. My kitchen is the kitchen that just keeps giving.

In other news: there's a blister on my toe that I feel is mocking me. You will not beat me, blister. You will not keep me down; I will not allow it.

And, okay, what I'm about to say next is going to sound weird, but I think we all have these little issues from time to time. But honestly, if I hear one more compliment on my breasts, I may lose my temper entirely. I mean, compliments are nice, sure, but you know what? When you're a D-cup from 4th grade onward, you get sick of people noticing your chest region before other parts of you, and you're pretty much over hearing talk about your breasts. I mean, really? Pick another part of the body to compliment, I don't care if you are 1) a really good friend trying to tell you that you look hot in a new shirt, or 2) a significant other trying to be sexy or really anything at all.

Here, I'll even help, world: I have nice eyes! My calves are very shapely! My fingers are long! I have delicate wrists and a lady like mouth! (Lady like in terms of shape, not in terms of what I say, because that would just be funny.) I have pert elbows! My nose is refined! My chin speaks to my determination and defiance!

Just, for the love of God, universe, leave my breasts out of it. The end.
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BBbostongirl2003 on March 2nd, 2006 04:04 am (UTC)
All I have to say is:
you get sick of people noticing your chest region before other parts of you, and you're pretty much over hearing talk about your breasts.


I am busty (but they are still proportional to my form), and from the reactions that I get sometimes, I would swear that some people are tunneled directly from the Land of the Flat Chest and have never seen breasts before! A**holes have actually stuck their heads out of moving vehicles and commented on my chest.

Why, no sir, I never noticed those before! Thank you so much for pointing them out (to anyone and everyone nearby)!

Sorry for butting in, but this is a huge peeve of mine. Enjoy your dinner. :)
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on March 2nd, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
I, for one, detest your breasts, and have never looked at them in my LIFE.

That said, I've always thought you have a beautiful smile, and lovely deep eyes.

There, your compliments for the night. The symphony was a!may!zing! and I shall have to tell you all tomorrow. Love you!
millysdaughtermillysdaughter on March 2nd, 2006 02:55 pm (UTC)
How are your teeth?
I swear I was intended to be a dentist or something, because that is the first thing I notice--man or woman, I notice their teeth.
David Letterman really BOTHERS me, as does Condi Rice. My thoughts to both of them are the same, fertheluvofgawd getem fixed!!! They may have opposite politics, but in my mind they are identical twins.