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Ordered Tales of Rebirth. I...can't find anything else to say on this matter. Mao wears shorts. La dee dah.
2005-02-07
After my birthday
I weigh as much as I did when I started my diet. Um, a little less, maybe. Seriously, though. FUCK ME.
What? I just thought I was invincible! Sushi doesn't fucking COUNT! ARRRRGH.
I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE.
To sum up, I've had this deep fryer thing for one day and I don't even want to look at it ever again.
EDIT: My problem is definitely the deep fryer, and visions of kara-age that dance in my head every fucking time I think about it. I don't care if "I" got it "for my birthday", I don't need any pressure to start on my long list of things I always wanted to deep-fry NOW. It's going to be packed up again and put in the basement or something until I decide that I should have homemade deep-fried-breaded-goodness.
That'll be a week or so from now if I manage not to forget it exists, but that's a great start.
What? I just thought I was invincible! Sushi doesn't fucking COUNT! ARRRRGH.
I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE.
To sum up, I've had this deep fryer thing for one day and I don't even want to look at it ever again.
EDIT: My problem is definitely the deep fryer, and visions of kara-age that dance in my head every fucking time I think about it. I don't care if "I" got it "for my birthday", I don't need any pressure to start on my long list of things I always wanted to deep-fry NOW. It's going to be packed up again and put in the basement or something until I decide that I should have homemade deep-fried-breaded-goodness.
That'll be a week or so from now if I manage not to forget it exists, but that's a great start.