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GRAVY! feep dried 2006-10-21 — 1:04 p.m. |
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We went to the NC State Fair last night. I've never seen a wider assortment of fried things. There were deep fried cheeseburgers, pickles, oreos, cheesecake, twinkies, vegetables ("recommended by Dr. Vegetable," as one sign boasted) and candy bars. I know many of you (if there is indeed anyone reading this) don't know this about me, but it's been a secret dream of mine to eat a deep fried snickers bar. Well peeps, I finally ate said deep fried candy bar. It was way less gross than I had originally feared. In fat, it was quite freaking delicious. Ryan said he'd split it with me, as I was fairly convinced that I wouldn't be able to eat more than a bite. However, while I shared politely, I'm fairly confident I could have eaten two by myself, and made quite a spectacle of myself by licking the stick afterwards. Mmm ... gooey. In other, non-fried news, I now have to wear a night guard when I sleep because I apparantly have ground my teeth down to the enamel. It sucks. Or, as I say when I have my night guard in, "It's howwibuwl" I got a book called "Drive Without Fear" that I had hoped would help with my anxiety problems. I don't know if it did that, but it sure did entertain me for a while. Here's an excerpt: "Many women don't know how to drive. Once they get married, their husbands take over the driving. Husbands don't want their wives to drive. They want them to stay home, cook, and take care of the children. They want to know where their wives are at all times." And another: "You may want to hire a driving instructor. You should ask around to get a recommendation. Women can ask at the beauty parlor. Men can ask at work." Guess when this book was published. Go ahead ... just guess ... What's that you say? 1954? No, guess again! 2001. What a world. Bye for now! |
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