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stereoleafi had never been more pleased being inside a car that reeked of guava than i was of air fresheners. wuff, if i had known all along that the scent of a certain malicious tropical fruit was mighty enough to dethrone the bane of my very existence (J'ACCUSE...! air fresheners! fabric softeners! futile, strong colognes! plastic scent that is offensive to my nostrils! et cetera) i would've hoarded guavas from various parts of the country and rendered each supermarket and cut-rate guava stands officially out-of-guavas. guava, you hear me? they smell real nice, better than a pucker of lemons, i fear- but that's probably because a piece of lemon is generally the hallmark of every air freshener company EVER (no, febreze, why would i talk about you?) that sharp, repulsive citrusy scent that violates the sanctity of my nares at every chance it gets. shiver me TIMBERS!!@
aren't lemons better off with flour, vanilla extract, eggs, and lumps of sugar? i like lemon bars. hmm, now that i think about it, i'm probably just hungry. but experimenting in the kitchen at midnight while running on three hours of sleep is probably not the wisest idea i, the great hebe, defender of guava fruits, have come up with. alas, i would just have to make do with the forlorn grilled chicken stowed away somewhere in the kitchen. i say this with the most tragic, woebegone sigh.
ps- woebegone sounds rather magical. ah, yes, a magical incantation, you dig? like, "abracadabra!" which, according to my extensive research, was written on sacred talismans to ward off malaria and other lethal disorders--a magical formula that works not only against diseases but misfortune. early roman emperors were fond of that medical teaching. who knew? quite an interesting fondness for incantations, considering how it flunked to save geta (a firm follower, i heard) from the praetorian guard. blame caracalla, right? anyway, woebegone would make a great chant, maybe it could work against extreme woes to mundane heartaches. woebegone! woebegone!
oh, who am i fooling? i'm supposed to be asleep, or indulging in some tasty grilled chicken while reading a book and then sleeping, not thinking of geta and caracalla's tragic brotherhood. a cheese for a brain is not so helpful. so many cheeseholes! my chicken brain! >:(...! but is chicken brain really an insult? aren't chickens the sweetest? i have two in my stardew coop named coop-er and eggstein. (sigh, yes i know, cleverness runs in my blood, apparently, although that should not be too surprising) oh! before it slides off the padded walls in my head, chicken oil goes particularly well with rice. the wonders of annatto seeds! condiments are godsend. :]
better get chomping. what better way to spend the midnight than by eating your favorite meal while reading your favorite book? xoxo
aren't lemons better off with flour, vanilla extract, eggs, and lumps of sugar? i like lemon bars. hmm, now that i think about it, i'm probably just hungry. but experimenting in the kitchen at midnight while running on three hours of sleep is probably not the wisest idea i, the great hebe, defender of guava fruits, have come up with. alas, i would just have to make do with the forlorn grilled chicken stowed away somewhere in the kitchen. i say this with the most tragic, woebegone sigh.
ps- woebegone sounds rather magical. ah, yes, a magical incantation, you dig? like, "abracadabra!" which, according to my extensive research, was written on sacred talismans to ward off malaria and other lethal disorders--a magical formula that works not only against diseases but misfortune. early roman emperors were fond of that medical teaching. who knew? quite an interesting fondness for incantations, considering how it flunked to save geta (a firm follower, i heard) from the praetorian guard. blame caracalla, right? anyway, woebegone would make a great chant, maybe it could work against extreme woes to mundane heartaches. woebegone! woebegone!
oh, who am i fooling? i'm supposed to be asleep, or indulging in some tasty grilled chicken while reading a book and then sleeping, not thinking of geta and caracalla's tragic brotherhood. a cheese for a brain is not so helpful. so many cheeseholes! my chicken brain! >:(...! but is chicken brain really an insult? aren't chickens the sweetest? i have two in my stardew coop named coop-er and eggstein. (sigh, yes i know, cleverness runs in my blood, apparently, although that should not be too surprising) oh! before it slides off the padded walls in my head, chicken oil goes particularly well with rice. the wonders of annatto seeds! condiments are godsend. :]
better get chomping. what better way to spend the midnight than by eating your favorite meal while reading your favorite book? xoxo
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Date: 2021-05-03 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-05-03 11:38 am (UTC)