AKA Abraham Bacoln

May 20, 2008, 12:10 pm
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You probably don’t remember what happened last year, so I’ll sum it up and give you a link. Basically I said, “You know what? I don’t need anything. But there is this girl, my wonderful friend Liz, and she has the same birthday as I do. And she needs you to donate to a good cause.”

And some of you did, and that was awesome.

Well, this year I still don’t need anything. And once again Liz does need something, but this time it’s even easier. It doesn’t require you to spend any money.

What Liz and I want for our birthdays this year:
for Mark to grow milk boobs

May 19, 2008, 8:15 pm
Filed under: tidbit

I rarely end up getting sick, so when I do get sick it’s Important. Also, as has been the very loose under-theme of this journal, I am not Smart. Those things are running together today.

I am sick, for once. It’s just a little cold, the worst of it was yesterday and that wasn’t even that bad. I haven’t even taken any medicine. Seriously, I rarely get sick. So that’s what makes it Important, you see. When I am sick that means I deserve a chance to pamper myself and just lie around and do nothing.

Well tonight I got off of work and lazed around and read a book for a while and then I was hungry and I thought, “I should go find some food. Whatever I want. For I am Sick, and therefore Entitled and may eat as I choose.”

UnFORtunately, the only thing I wanted was sausage casserole. I bought the ingredients a few days ago but hadn’t had the chance to make it yet. So there I found myself, already hungry, juggling two skillets and a saucepan and the hot oven, trying to make dinner. I must say to my credit that it turned out as it is supposed to, which is to say it was Delicious.

So I ate. And then I relaxed. And then I thought, “You know what I want? Dessert!” and of course I am Entitled to eat whatever my black little heart desires. And what does it desire? Chocolate cherry cake. Yeah, from scratch.

So I dragged my sick self back into the kitchen and baked up a chocolate cherry cake. Well, it’s not done yet – there’s still 11 minutes on the timer and I have to do the icing afterwards, but it’s nearly done.

All this is to say that obviously I am very smart and good at taking care of myself when I’m sick, and giving myself lots of rest.

Because I am also doing laundry in the middle of all this.


p.s. please do not call me or come over expecting sausage casserole or cake handouts. It is all for me, because I am stupid and I deserve it.