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*sigh*
I poisoned myself this weekend. No, really.
No. Really.
It wasn't an intentional poisoning, mind, but it still happened. And now I feel like the death. Damn it!
Quick summery: AC is at a party. AC is the only one not drinking - I'm just not a big drinker, you see. AC's friend Ragin, who has been drinking, comes up to AC and says "I should make the fondue, right? I need help! You do it!"
So I did.
Cut to ten minutes later- ingredients mixed, mixture being microwaved a few minutes at a time (it’s faster, yo) and I'm taking the 'do out for another whiskin'.
Unbeknownst to me, husband of Ragin (aka Milo) has opened the butane gel to put under the fondue pot and left the lid on the counter where I am doing my whisking. So, when I pick the fondue up to re-microwave I unknowingly get a bit of the gel on my finger.
And, thinking its chocolate, I lick it off.
Ten minutes later I have stopped rinsing my mouth out and enjoy some delicious chocolate fondue.
24 hours later I have pain in my abdomen. I feel like I assume Fred felt in A Hole in the World but without the being prepped for a god to inhabit my shell.
So much I wanted to lj about, just in general, but I have been lazy and poisoned. So I'll just list what I wanted to write about and you can make something up to go with it.
What I've been meaning to post about:
- The all encompassing hotness of Spike
- The wine and cheese party (though the gel was probably the highlight. The gel and the tasty, tasty cheese)
- The NYC Marathon that I didn't see because of the pain. And laziness
- Diamond Clarity (this I still might do)
- My mom's upcoming birthday
- My brother's upcoming birthday
- Smidge and James: FLW
- The recent Cons in London that I did not attend.
- The date I haven't gone on yet
- The guy of the date
- My intense fear of dating
- My tendency to date people because I am afraid of hurting their feelings and coming off a bitch
- My lackluster quest for a shrink
- My complete befuddlement of eggplants
- The fact that I am only going to work because this sixteen Saturday thing has become personal.
I'm sure there's more, but at the mo', that’s all I got. I think I'll make Angel Hair. With cheese. And veggies. And more cheese. Because that'll certainly help the tum. *groan*
I poisoned myself this weekend. No, really.
No. Really.
It wasn't an intentional poisoning, mind, but it still happened. And now I feel like the death. Damn it!
Quick summery: AC is at a party. AC is the only one not drinking - I'm just not a big drinker, you see. AC's friend Ragin, who has been drinking, comes up to AC and says "I should make the fondue, right? I need help! You do it!"
So I did.
Cut to ten minutes later- ingredients mixed, mixture being microwaved a few minutes at a time (it’s faster, yo) and I'm taking the 'do out for another whiskin'.
Unbeknownst to me, husband of Ragin (aka Milo) has opened the butane gel to put under the fondue pot and left the lid on the counter where I am doing my whisking. So, when I pick the fondue up to re-microwave I unknowingly get a bit of the gel on my finger.
And, thinking its chocolate, I lick it off.
Ten minutes later I have stopped rinsing my mouth out and enjoy some delicious chocolate fondue.
24 hours later I have pain in my abdomen. I feel like I assume Fred felt in A Hole in the World but without the being prepped for a god to inhabit my shell.
So much I wanted to lj about, just in general, but I have been lazy and poisoned. So I'll just list what I wanted to write about and you can make something up to go with it.
What I've been meaning to post about:
- The all encompassing hotness of Spike
- The wine and cheese party (though the gel was probably the highlight. The gel and the tasty, tasty cheese)
- The NYC Marathon that I didn't see because of the pain. And laziness
- Diamond Clarity (this I still might do)
- My mom's upcoming birthday
- My brother's upcoming birthday
- Smidge and James: FLW
- The recent Cons in London that I did not attend.
- The date I haven't gone on yet
- The guy of the date
- My intense fear of dating
- My tendency to date people because I am afraid of hurting their feelings and coming off a bitch
- My lackluster quest for a shrink
- My complete befuddlement of eggplants
- The fact that I am only going to work because this sixteen Saturday thing has become personal.
I'm sure there's more, but at the mo', that’s all I got. I think I'll make Angel Hair. With cheese. And veggies. And more cheese. Because that'll certainly help the tum. *groan*
