February 23, 2006

• The "understudy" (to find out more about understudies, read post from
  02/15/06) has moved a couple of floors down, so I don't seem him nearly
  as much. Still, I can't help but like him and look forward to seeing
  him, even though I know its a destructive path to be going down. Call
  me nuts, but sometimes, I still feel something there and sense he might
  be interested, but I have to keep telling myself that I'm crazy for
  thinking that, since, well, I'm crazy for thinking that.

  Today, some lady at work brought in homemade fudge that her husband
  made. Shit, it was SOOOOOOOO good, except that it had nuts. Now, I like
  nuts, but I just don't like to mix nuts and chocolate. I know, its
  supposed to be a natural combo, but it just doesn't do it for me. The
  funny part is that the adding of peanut butter to chocolate is a
  godsend. This got me to thinking about ice cream. See, ice cream goes
  with everything and is acceptable in pretty much every social
  situation. Think about it. My friends and I always have ice cream after
  pizza. And last week, somebody at work was dipping french fries into
  her frostie, which as we know, kicks ass. Then there is cake and ice
  cream. And, ice cream and pie. And cookies and ice cream. Its all
  wonderful. Want something to taste better, add ice cream to it, its a
  no brainer. Ice cream is at pretty much every party, from birthday
  parties, to weddings to graduation parties. And, nothing beats sitting
  there on a hot day eating ice cream at a baseball game. Or on a beach.
  Shit, even at funeral luncheons they have ice cream as part of desert,
  which brings me to the actual funeral. I want people to feel its ok to
  have ice cream at my funeral. Shit, you can even eat it over me and if
  you get some on me, that's ok, I have never eaten ice cream and not
  gotten some on me, so I feel that's pretty fitting. Really, when you
  think about it, ice cream is just about the perfect food, unless you
  are lactose intolerant, in which case you are pretty much fucked when
  it comes to ice cream. Let me tell you people, there is a reason we all
  "scream for ice cream" and that's because it kicks motherfucking ass.
  And, its not just a summer thing either, I have about as much ice cream
  in the winter as I do in the summer. And, I will never forgot the time
  my mom took Mark and I to 31 Flavors and we had ice cream for dinner. I
  think she gave up for that one day and just stop caring. Or maybe she
  just ran out of ideas for what to cook and said "fuck it, lets have ice
  cream." Either way, I think its every kid's dream to have ice cream for
  dinner. No,wait, its also every adult's dream too. Now, if only we
  could find a way to have ice cream for breakfast........

  • 8:58 pm
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