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Aug. 13th, 2005 02:16 pmBefore reading this, note: I have recently become lactose intolerant, God knows why.
Me: *gets home from work, is hot, hates customers, hates stupid broken air conditioner, etc.*
Mom: Hi! We're going to Aunt Jess's tonight to say goodbye to Joel. We're going to bring fajitas and an ice cream cake!
Me: ... Fajitas, as in "delicious food containing a ton of delicious chile con queso"?
Mom: Yep!
Me: ... And ice cream cake, as in "delicious cake that is full of delicious ice cream"?
Mom: Yup!
... I think my mom hates me.
Me: *gets home from work, is hot, hates customers, hates stupid broken air conditioner, etc.*
Mom: Hi! We're going to Aunt Jess's tonight to say goodbye to Joel. We're going to bring fajitas and an ice cream cake!
Me: ... Fajitas, as in "delicious food containing a ton of delicious chile con queso"?
Mom: Yep!
Me: ... And ice cream cake, as in "delicious cake that is full of delicious ice cream"?
Mom: Yup!
... I think my mom hates me.
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Date: 2005-08-13 10:02 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear that your mom likes to torture you. But if I were you, I'd still eat the fajitas and cake.
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Date: 2005-08-13 10:23 pm (UTC)But forget the hips. A moment on the hips, an evening spent feeling like you're going to die.
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:34 am (UTC)THEY ARE AWESOME. I don't feel like shit at ALL (I mean, aside from the "urrrrgh why did I eat so much food" sort of feeling like shit).
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Date: 2005-08-14 02:20 am (UTC)