*Blip* *Blip* *Blip* Only a speck on a radar. Not significant Enough To pay attention to Yet ever present. *Blip* *Blip* *Blip* Like a gnat. A distant mosquito. A stubborn fly. Its absence would be just Enough To make someone wonders Hey, did it all of the sudden just get Quiet In here? *Blip* *Blip* *Blip* And they move on along As the little *Blip* Fades into the dark corner *Blip* Of a lonely night *Blip* Where she belongs *Blip*...
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– GOOD – Went out for 20-minute run/walk around the neighborhood on Saturday morning. It was summer out there. Windy though. I walked most of the trip, but I did get in some running. As I head out there with my music on, I tried to run at least 2 verses or 1 verse and a chorus which came out to about half a block per block. Not too bad. But I definitely feel like a wussy. Well, I *AM* a wussy. Who am I kidding! LOL. The Fried Chicken Experiment #4 turned out okay. Shane and Serena came by...
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*Ring, ring* “Hello?” “How did you like that pair of titties for breakfast?” *Hearty laugh* You know the cupcakes I made last night? Well, after an overnight in the fridge, the dusting of powdered sugar has faded. So when I put a pair of cupcakes on Brandon’s desk before I left this morning, the creamy white, perfectly rounded top cupcakes with red dot in the middle, left behind by my piping in the raspberry preserve, suddenly look like a pair of boobs. Tits. Just a pair of perfect Valentine’s Day presents for a dude. But may be not for the...
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Not only a baker eats her own creation to test the quality, she also has to suffer the sugar rush that follows. Hence, it’s 11 p.m. I’m tired as hell. But I can’t go to sleep. What did I make? I intended to make these: But I didn’t factor in the fact that my heart shape cookie cutter was as big as the cupcake itself…so I couldn’t really cut the shape out without destroying the cake. Doh! So I ended up piping the raspberry preserve INTO the cupcakes then I dusted them with powdered sugar. They look like jelly donuts....
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The weekend came. And went. Where the fuck did it go?!?!?! *sigh*...
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I caught up with NCIS, House, Lost, and Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservation. Oh indeed, I’m training for my Feb. 24 movie marathon. Folks say I’m crazy and that they could never watch movies that long, etc. But I can certainly pull this off. Heck, I used to just site at my dinner/lunch table with a book and either my nanny or mom had to remind me to take another bite. Or chew and swallow the previous bite. My coworkers can attest to the fact that I still do that at lunch once in a while at work, reading the papers...
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