Woofing, Clean Plate Syndrome, and Russophobia.

[siannan]

I made noodles in the microwave. This was a Bad Idea because they came out like noodley wallpaper paste.

Due to my upbringing by parental units who never realized that the Depression ended decades before I was born, I ate most of them anyway. Goddamn do I feel gross.

The neighborhood doggies are barking again. They sound terribly unhappy but I don't know what to do because I can't figure out what house they live in just from the sound. :( I feel so lousy for these doggies. If I could just meet them and see what was going on I could probably help them. Sometimes doggies just need to be listened to.

I'm gonna end up barfing these noodles.

I'm also mildly annoyed because the console table that we saw in the store is not in the online catalogue so I have to go back to the damn place and deal with the somewhat oily salespeople. Working on commission is The Suck, but I just want to be left alone when I am test driving sofas, see?

Catalog. Catalogue. LJ spell check says that one of those is not a word. Maybe if I wrote it in fucking Cyrillic it wouldn't give me the Dotted Red Underline of Fail.

Comments

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

Aww, you're a nice little coathanger fetus skewer! :D Thank you.

But um...how'd you find me via that community if you're b& from it?

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

Oops...sorry, just feeling paranoid. Real Life nonsense is intruding into Online Life and I've been antsy all day.

[blueeyed.livejournal.com]

I'm a member of the clean plate club, too! Every time I think about not eating every morsel on my plate or see someone throwing away food, I hear my mother's nagging voice. "THERE ARE STARVING CHILDREN IN CHINA. FINISH YOUR LIMA BEANS!"

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

FUCK A LIMA BEAN
FUCK A LIMA BEANS DICK
LIMA BEAN WHOOPED MY ASS
THE LIMA BEAN BUSTED MY JOY RIDE

[blueeyed.livejournal.com]

IT WAS A DEMON HELL RIDE!

Rock over London. Rock on Chicago.
Taco Bell. Think outside of the bun.

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

I need to record my sister using her Teacher Voice saying "If it's all vegan, you can dump it in [oddharmonic's] worm composter." She barely makes a living wage teaching, so I could probably pay her to say it for me. Heh heh.

My parents were always "eat until you're full, but please wait politely if we're having a Family Meal". And that is how I learned IF I COUNT PRIMES IN MY HEAD I WILL FALL ASLEEP.

Batman whooped my ass.