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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valemtimes Day



Today was super-boring. I mean, how many roses do I really need? STOP SENDING ME FLOWERS! For reals.
So boring.
I started off this morning with my half-fat half-soy caramel latte with the sans sucre vanilla syrup and a plate of chocolates. Lunch was chocolates and a vodka tonic, in the afternoon I had three Vicodins, a bottle of Chardonney and a chocolate pie. For dinner, Gus made me tacos!!! So I didn't have only chocolate today because I was having poor people food. I love poor people food! Like the more I eat it the more I decide that I don't really like rich people food even though I'm totally rich. It totally doesn't make any sense! For reals! SO the thing about the chocolates was that they were really fancy and with like lavendar from France and whatever and now I have heartburn. So now I thinking that rich people food is no good for me and I am all about poor people food. I had some of my friends send me lists of poor people food and I have never even heard of most of it! Like wtf is "devilled ham"? It sounds scary!!! Also Vienna Sausages? This one time, me and Paris were in Vienna and we were just drunk the whole time so we didn't even eat at all, plus we were both on diets since it was right after Cannes and we ate like everyday anyway, Vienna was boring, so I'm pretty sure I don't want to eat their sausages. What's a "moon pie"? Sounds dirty. Does all poor people food sound dirty or scary? "Taco" doesn't sound dirty. Also corn dogs. Well, that does sound kind of dirty, now that I think about it. Especially since I call my friend Cootch "Dr. Cornhole" don't ask me why, it's a long story. But, trust me, it's dirty!

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Now I'm thinking about tacos!



Dammit.
Are tacos poor people food? They must be since I love them so much. One of my stalkers left me this message on the myspace that had a bunch of pictures of Valemtimes thingies in it and right in the middle was a taco. I was like "!". That cracked me up. So then I started thinking about tacos. Now I'm hungry and I totally wasn't hungry earlier. In fact, earlier I gave Gus the night off so I am totally screwed. The kicker is that since I had the flew, I can't even taste anything so why am I hungry? It's not like if I had the World's Most Awesome Taco in front of me, I could actually enjoy it. Some days life is just not even worth living. Like after the wreck, the doctor was saying no high heels (yea, RIGHT) and now I can't taste anything so no more poor people food for me. I am so totally depressed. Good thing I'll all full of Vicodin so the booze is helping. Not that I can taste it or anything.
Now I'm just thinking about the World's Most Awesome Taco...