While Fiona is putting together her next blog, here’s some random stuff.
You know your ancestors were of color if the Ku Klux Klan regularly screwed with them. You know they were Native American if they kicked ass back. You know you’re southern if you’re still talking about it three generations later.
Last night, I reached into the vegetable crisper and pulled out something soft and mushy like half-cooked squash. It was wrapped in plastic or my hand would have been covered with green slime. It was then that I became a fan of petroleum products.
I love the physical act of writing. I love the smell of eraser and the scratch of pencil on paper. I can even write without looking at the paper. I like doing that and pretending I don’t have control, like it’s a Weegie board. People freak out when I start writing a note from their long gone Grandma.
I frequently encounter soft, slimy things in the vegetable crisper – they are definitely no longer crisp. Blech.
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I think they could make a horror movies – The Thing the Lurks in the Crisper Drawer.
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Yeah, why do they call it a crisper? Mine always contains things that have definitely seen crispier days.
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I love that all these comments, however random, make sense! Crazy! But I’m scared of slimy things in the fridge. They freak me out…
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Thanks, maybe I should blog randomness more often. Tweeting is so much easier.
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