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Monday, 03 January 2005 00:44:34
So I had a rather creepifying end to 2004. The wife and I had our best friends over for New Year's and we come across the International Federation of Competitive Eating's 2001 Glutton Bowl on the local sports network. Okay, exactly when did America accept its slumminess and start to revel in it!? I mean, the audience was getting about as amped up for this as they would for a WWE match! There were [i]kids[/i] in the audience cheering and chanting and shouting for their favorite person to eat the most sushi or eggs or rocky mountain oysters or cow brains!! Am I the only one who sees something terribly wrong with this?! When did eating become a competition? Yes, let's celebrate the fact that you can pack away 128oz. of mayo when there are so many people just here in the States who go without food daily! It's disgusting and I only hope that the people who put this on and compete in it go to that very special place in Hell with the empty fridge! -Taylor
Monday, 03 January 2005 06:12:18
Well, thats not ENTIRELY true. But for those with the backstory, its a shocker. (The backstory is all all my previous blogs, for those that care) So, remember foot rub guy? ("This blog has nothing to do with firefly.") AKA "Hey, you two girls should kiss" guy. ("Question that I have for men while not sleeping.") In a strange, twisty curvy turn of events filled with narrow alley ways and cul-de-sacs, he asked me out. And he's bringing me ice cream tomorow :biggrin: (he works at Cold Stone SCORE!) I like ice cream. Men, remember this: The way to Ebo's heart is through ice cream. And cheese. Probably i should go to sleep. The room is doing that wierd spinny thing again... Wow, this is a boring blog huh. Congradulations to those who read all the way to this point. Here, you can have this shiny pencil of achievement.
Monday, 03 January 2005 13:07:54
I hate my teeth. My teeth were a bad idea, and a genetic embarrassment. Taking lots of antibiotics because of tonsilitis when I was three (just the right time to destroy the enamel on my adult teeth, thanks ever so much) hasn't helped. Further evidence that there is no God, because if He existed, surely he would've sorted out the whole tooth thing much better. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owie. Ow. Ouch. Ow.