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5.11.2005

not how mother used to make


i think ive convinced my phileople (phili people...) that i am a master chef. i'm not, i've just got lucky a few times when i'm cooking for them.
tonight was a nice little reminder that i am no chen konichi..
i started barbecuing a pork loin.. (haha loin) and subsequently forgot that i was barbecuing. i attribute it to lack of sleep.
so yeah.
i ended up 40 minutes later with what appeared to be a black phallus that tasted more like the cooking medium than the eating medium.
arg.

sustance just the same.

i think one of the reasons i started posting again was the acquisition of this little laptop... having to leave (shit, i just saw a commercial for "nick and jessicas tour of duty"... more like tour of dooty... ) the tv or the stove or the fish to post was just too much effort.. so now i can watch lost and post simultaneously.
well this is ramblerific.
ill prolly go through a posting binge like i did last time.. so bare with me as i write too much for anyone to care.

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