I've corrupted a vegetarian!
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cosmolinguistI don't really believe that I have corrupted a vegetarian...she says she only eats meat when she's around me, that I inspire carnivorousness in her. I like meat, especially if it's not red, but I don't get how I make her want to eat meat when nothing and no one else seems to.
Before the chicken fajitas there was car cleaning. Jenn cleans her car about as often as Matthew gets his hair cut: in his words, "Four times a year. Maybe three."
I think both things should happen more often.
Three or four months is enough time for a whole new civilization to spring up in the corners and crannies of her neglected car. Anywhere that isn't the driver's seat is a biohazard, and almost no one but her ever gets in the driver's seat. Dealing with the toxic waste is preferable to trying to drive this car...even though there's usually so much garbage at the floor of the passenger seat that there's barely room for my feet, at least, there's no room without my shoes touching some kind of horrible thing...
Which reminds me, the civilization/disease in Jenn's car, and/or the virus her monkey is going to have and with which it will infect and kill half the world...it's called Jennimitis. Like meningitis...isn't that the kissing disease? Or maybe it's mono I'm thinking of. Either way, the lethargy that comes with mono and the snogging that spreads meningitis both seem appropriate for Jenn.
"You know, the funny thing about this livejournal thing is that it'll just keep going," Jenn said. "We'll be, like, forty and typing in www-dot..." (she acts this out, very slowly and feebly).
"Yeah!" I said. "The Internet will be so old."
"We'll say 'Back when we had to type in every single letter...instead of words at a time.'"
"Or just talk to the computer," I said.
"Right. 'We couldn't just think stuff at the computer!'" Jenn said. "'We used to have to learn things. One thing at a time! We didn't just get plugged in. You try learning stuff some time!'"
Yeah. You try learning stuff some time...
We're convinced that this livejournal thing has already made us entirely too witty and clever for our own good.
Before the chicken fajitas there was car cleaning. Jenn cleans her car about as often as Matthew gets his hair cut: in his words, "Four times a year. Maybe three."
I think both things should happen more often.
Three or four months is enough time for a whole new civilization to spring up in the corners and crannies of her neglected car. Anywhere that isn't the driver's seat is a biohazard, and almost no one but her ever gets in the driver's seat. Dealing with the toxic waste is preferable to trying to drive this car...even though there's usually so much garbage at the floor of the passenger seat that there's barely room for my feet, at least, there's no room without my shoes touching some kind of horrible thing...
Which reminds me, the civilization/disease in Jenn's car, and/or the virus her monkey is going to have and with which it will infect and kill half the world...it's called Jennimitis. Like meningitis...isn't that the kissing disease? Or maybe it's mono I'm thinking of. Either way, the lethargy that comes with mono and the snogging that spreads meningitis both seem appropriate for Jenn.
"You know, the funny thing about this livejournal thing is that it'll just keep going," Jenn said. "We'll be, like, forty and typing in www-dot..." (she acts this out, very slowly and feebly).
"Yeah!" I said. "The Internet will be so old."
"We'll say 'Back when we had to type in every single letter...instead of words at a time.'"
"Or just talk to the computer," I said.
"Right. 'We couldn't just think stuff at the computer!'" Jenn said. "'We used to have to learn things. One thing at a time! We didn't just get plugged in. You try learning stuff some time!'"
Yeah. You try learning stuff some time...
We're convinced that this livejournal thing has already made us entirely too witty and clever for our own good.
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Starving Apes Eat Ants, Hungry Vegetarians Eat Fajitas
and as for your music, i envy you, i miss that song...
Re: Starving Apes Eat Ants, Hungry Vegetarians Eat Fajitas
Date: 2002-11-05 01:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-11-05 04:35 am (UTC)Yeah, driving Jenn's car is no walk in the park. I know! Oh God do I know. She has less clutch than I do and I was driving this car one week after learning how to drive a clutch.
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Date: 2002-11-05 08:05 am (UTC)"YOU KILLED ALL MY FRIENDS OFF!!!"
Everyone that has commented on this page should realize that Jenn is extrememly sensitive about Baby and should take note that Jenn will do anything to protect her...
That is at least from any thing but nasty diseases caused my scum growing on the car floor....
And Baby realizes that taking care of the scum reduction is just to much to request from Jenn...