December 13, 2001 :: 2:26 a.m.
death by wood chipper
I feel like the circus fat lady. If my stomach expands anymore I may end up floating away and being mistaken for the Good Year blimp. Well hey... I may be a bit plump, but at least I'm having a good year, right?? *laughs* Oh, dear. I assure you that I hold no delusions about being funny.
I could go on, but suffice it to say that I've spent the last 4 days or so surrounded by cookies. Oatmeal cookies. Two varieties, chocolate chip and raisin. It's really my own fault, though. I baked the damn things.
In other news, I watched Fargo tonight with Joe. Carla and her boyfriend, affectionately referred to as Lump, didn't show. Again. Around 11:30 we said to hell with it and popped in the movie. It was good... very strange, but good. The fact that it's a true story is what freaks me out. I mean, the big guy was feeding the small guy into a wood chipper. A wood chipper. *shudders* People are fucking insane. Can you blame me for being so antisocial? You've got freaks running around in Minnesota, kidnapping their own wives and feeding their partners into wood chippers! Granted, I don't live in or anywhere near Minnesota, but still.
I think it would be mighty amusing if I had a nightmare tonight involving tanbark. You know, that stuff around the bottom of playground equiptment.
-Amanda
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