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2002-02-12 - 1:54 p.m.
I burnt the holy living bejezus
out of my tongue last night. Don't you just freaking hate that?
It's all because of this weird-ass tea that JB likes, called
Babaocha. It's a mixture of dried berries and flowers and herbs
and probably deer poop that is served in most of the restaurants
he goes to in China. JB digs it so much that on his last trip,
he asked a guy to ship him three bags of the stuff. (Which incidentally
arrived yesterday in a box that sort of cracked me up - the guy
had written "Food" under the Contents area, then had
scratched that out and wrote "Mouse". Whuh?) The result
of our wanton tea-making - a raspy tongue, and a kitchen full
of leaves and crap.
Oh yeah, it was a wild night
at the Sundry household. WHOOOOOOO.
:::
JB is gearing up for a big hike
this weekend. He and some buddies are going to hike up to Camp
Muir on Mt. Rainier, about a 5 hour trek. Uphill. Waayyyyy uphill.
And then they will camp overnight in this little stone shelter
where it will  be like
a billion degrees below zero. Blah. No thanks. Not that I'm not
outdoorsy. Cause I am. Seriously. Here's a picture of me outdoors.
See? I even had to climb up a really, REALLY big hill on that
trip.
I just don't like to deal with
massive amounts of discomfort if I can help it. JB and I camped
in the snow once and I thought I was going to DIE in the morning,
I was so cold. Also, being freezing all night made me have to
get up and pee like 9284102 times. Which was no fun with
the snow and the dark and the squatting and the possible Yetis
and all.
JB did this Muir hike last year
with a friend. He was super cold, badly dehydrated, and forgot
sunscreen so he got the worst sunburn I have ever seen in my
life - he looked like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. No shit. But
now he's all like "Rad! Totally can't wait for this weekend!
Also I have the memory of a guppy!" I don't know, maybe
it's a guy thing.
:::
What zoo animal are you? I'm a�Poison
Dart Frog.
'You are a relentless exhibitionist. It's important for you
to let everyone know when you've entered the room. Thankfully,
you have the charming voice and flashy attire to make it worth
everyone's while. However, you hold a dark secret beneath all
that glitter and glam. Those who are familiar with you know to
keep their distance.'
Hee. Flashy attire. Obviously
this is not referring to my usual daytime outfit, the lovely
and flattering tshirt-with-sweats ensemble, which this season
is charmingly accompanied by cat fur.
go
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2002-02-11 - Mondays,
library fees
2002-02-08 - a
falsehood
2002-02-07 - dreams,
vaseline
ARTIFACT: The evil tea that wronged me.
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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