no, really. peeps. not the hip-hop slang for "people" but real, live, sugared, fluffy peeps. i am eating purple chicks right now. i choose purple peeps because they seemed elegant and "electric kool-aid acid test" all at the same time. last night i ate (shoved in my mouth to combat growing anxiety) five of them while watching the "junior bush" speak. it's not like five peeps will tip the scales or anything. they're 95 percent air or something. peepers. i will soon attend a meeting with a purple tongue. kool.
last night i made one-pan whiskey pork chops. you should try the recipe. super delish. i reccommend using a little less whiskey and maybe substituting beef or chicken broth for the water. that's what i'll do next time.
today i wrote an article for work and while i was editing it i saw that i used the word "erection" when referring to the building of a bridge. i started snickering and couldn't stop until i changed it to "construction". ahhh - the delights of immaturity.
finally, yes, i cried last night when the bombing started. i couldn't stop thinking about what salam in baghdad wrote in his journal yesterday. he said he was overwhelmed with the emails he got from people telling him that they cared about what was going on in iraq. he said he wished he could print out the messages and post them on light poles. i couldn't get that idea out of my head and it's making me tear up right now. i hope this is all over with soon.
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