Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Bake Pies for Someone to Stuff Them Down My Throat Day 1, 250 mg once a day. I went to work on Sunday because I had a swimming class and things to grade. I go to the pool and funny thing is, nobody told me there was no class today. I did not want to look more foolish than I already did, so I practiced my back-floats and front crawl with breathing. I failed miserably every time I have tried any of them. However, I could have went on practicing forever, if the life guard was not smirking at me. I could not tell if it was because of my super magical swimming skills, or because my shorts slide down slightly each time I throw myself into water. Eitherway, I accepted defeat, and went to work. On my keyboard there was an orange. A peace offering of sorts. Only one person eats oranges in my group; Stan - three oranges a day. I looked at it and placed it on HP's desk. Rejection of apology of sorts. I do not eat oranges. I eat them only if Stan peals and pulls the pieces apart and sticks them into my mouth. Otherwise, an orange will not enter my mouth (tangerines and clementines are a different story). Funny thing, but I have been fed until I was at least in fourth grade. All I had to do is open my mouth and food would just enter. I still do that sometimes. When I'm in a company that is eating something, I will approach to an uncomfortable distance and open my mouth and stand there until someone sticks food down my throat. Other than that, I painted a whole kitchen. I took pictures of my animals. I baked a pie. I graded. I am tired. Goodnight. 12:58 a.m. - October 26, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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