6 June
So, it was August yesterday.
And if you think I am joking, you don't like in the Northeast, because it was hot and it was humid. But it was not too horrid, so two H's out of three isn't so bad. Of course, I spent only about 10 minutes outside in it, so perhaps it was more horrid if you don't work in a lovely, climate controlled building like myself.
So, I had Chinese food for lunch yesterday, because someone had eaten it the day before and I have been craving it ever since.
Now, for me, Chinese food is three things, beef and broccoli, chicken and cashews, or fried dumplings, and it's pretty much mostly the first one. I really love beef and broccoli, I love the beef, I love the broccoli, I even love the gravy stuff that it comes in, and if you know me, you know that I am firm about my dislike of sauces and gravies, with few exceptions.
So I was slavering by the time that I got back to my desk. Lovely, lovely beef and broccoli! And then I took a bite and started to wheeze. They had insanely made it spicy! Now, I am Irish, Belgian and German, meaning a fairly bland palate--anything even mildly spicy makes me scrabble at my nose like a rabbit, so actual spiciness threw me for a loop. How spicy do I like things? You know the regular, non-spicy beef and broccoli? I find that nice and zingy. Pretty sad, huh?
I ate it, though, I was starved. And the meat wasn't so bad, it was a little hot, but at least it was edible. The broccoli, on the other hand, was a little scary, and it has occurred to me that vegetables should not be spicy. Vegetables are bland by definition--you put white sauce on a cauliflower, you don't cover it with grated jalapenos!
It was a very upsetting lunch.
It has occurred to me, since I listen to oldies radio most days, and hear things over and over again, until finally the true meaning of the lyrics seeps into my brain, that the following is about one of the creepiest songs ever:
Young girl, get out of my mind,
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth, Oh,
Young girl, get out of my mind,
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it is wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes, Oh,
Young girl, get out of my mind,
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far, Oh,
Young girl, get out of my mind,
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl
Yep, it's the child molester's theme song!
Lenten entries missed:
Amy paid to see the Britney Spears movie. On purpose, might I add. Also, she took another million pictures of the baby, and complained about napping too much (no sympathy from those of us who do not work quite so near own bedrooms).
Today's
horoscope:
Unexpected news comes your way. Be prepared and you can make the most of whatever occurs.
One year ago today:
"My Christ, Ewan has the most enormous cake hole I have ever seen--I'll bet he can stuff his whole fist in there. It's as though he can unhook his jaw like a snake."
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