March 14, 2005 :: 9:46 a.m.
I caught you a delicious bass
Adam had to leave really early this morning, so I was up at 7-ish. On a Monday morning, when I do not have school at all. So wrong. So very, very wrong. But I sort of needed to get up anyway, because I'm driving home to have lunch with my dad and I want to get there around 11. Because that's when Passage to India's lunch buffer starts! Oh yes. I'm definitely getting my dad to eat Indian food, and he will definitely love it. How can you not? It's undeniably yum.
I made delicious vegan peanut butter eggs this weekend, which are truly as dangerous as they are tasty. I'm sure my family is going to have an easter get-together, so I think I'm going to make up little easter baskets for the chillins ("children," for those of you not fluent in the language of my mental deterioration) with peanut butter eggs and iced sugar cookies shaped like bunnies and ducks. And dinosaurs, because what says easter like a triceratops? It's not so much that I suddenly feel moved by the spirit of the holiday so much as that I just want to make stuff, and easter gives me the opportunity to pawn it off to unsuspecting relatives. Relatives who, most of them, anyway, if they knew they were eating something vegan would spit it out and wash the taste out with some steak. Because they're closed-minded like that.
Anyway, I need to slap on some mascara and get to driving. I'll update later with scintillating tales of Indian food and TV-watching.
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