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threeplusfire) wrote2009-09-16 01:27 pm
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Driving on Mopac today I had a weird, more than twenty year old memory of a party in December at someone's house in Millwood. I think it might have been John M.'s house. Andrea made out with Casey, and when Michael woke up and saw this he ran out of the house in his bare feet. I went after him and gave my jacket. We drove Andrea home, because she'd come with Michael int he first place and he was heart broken. Weird. I haven't thought about that in ages and don't know why I remembered it now.
At the grocery store I managed to drop a twelve pack of Pepsi while putting my groceries in the car. The box ripped in my hand. One can punctured on the gravel, spewing frothy Pepsi all over my car and my jeans. Ugh.
At 11pm the other night I decided to make baklava. I've had worse ideas. I think the hardest part is cutting it halfway through the baking. Overall it seems pretty good. I know how to make it perfect next time. Mmmm baklava.
I have burst into tears at commercials twice in the past twenty four hours. One was that ATT&T commercial about a lost dog. The other was the ASPCA's newest gut wrenching commercial that includes the shot of an elderly orange kitty, with the words "Will I die today?" across the top of the screen. Every time I see something like that I feel like no matter how many I adopt or how much money I donate, there will always be more and the thought makes me alternately hysterical and depressed. The "I want to drink myself to sleep now" kind of depressed.
At the grocery store I managed to drop a twelve pack of Pepsi while putting my groceries in the car. The box ripped in my hand. One can punctured on the gravel, spewing frothy Pepsi all over my car and my jeans. Ugh.
At 11pm the other night I decided to make baklava. I've had worse ideas. I think the hardest part is cutting it halfway through the baking. Overall it seems pretty good. I know how to make it perfect next time. Mmmm baklava.
I have burst into tears at commercials twice in the past twenty four hours. One was that ATT&T commercial about a lost dog. The other was the ASPCA's newest gut wrenching commercial that includes the shot of an elderly orange kitty, with the words "Will I die today?" across the top of the screen. Every time I see something like that I feel like no matter how many I adopt or how much money I donate, there will always be more and the thought makes me alternately hysterical and depressed. The "I want to drink myself to sleep now" kind of depressed.
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I've had 10 cats over the last 20 years (two of which are still with me) and it still doesn't feel like I've done enough.
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I think at one point we had 14 cats when I was growing up, since my mother worked in a vet clinic and brought home abandoned sick animals.
When those commercials come on, I have to change the channel. Lately too, I've had to re-install ad-blocker because Yahoo is running these awful ads about people who poison dogs and it just is too hard to see.
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I have so many issues with t.v. in general.
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I have fond memories of my mother sitting at the kitchen table with a box of phillo dough, a bowl of melted butter, a bowl of honey sauce, and a bowl of crushed walnuts. There was also usually a big supply of damp towels. And later there would be baklava. mmmmmmmmmm
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i understand that flavor of depressed.
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