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Aug. 13th, 2004 06:21 amOh gods be damned. Cooking at work today. Brownies are on the menu. Brownies for many. Ki has no problem baking, but brownies are especially worrying, because it's so easy for them to turn out brick hard and horrid rather than fluffy, chewy, and delicious. Am sure they'll be fine. Am awesome at baking. Just haven't made brownies in ages. What makes them so sure Ki's able to bake? There is a bit of a differance between baking and cooking meals.
Last night was interesting. My roomie literally dragged me off of the couch, and then a bit across the floor, and then forced me off to buy ice cream, because Ki was moping about, spouting phrases only meant to be heard in badly written fifteen-year-old-Mansonite drivel. Am assuming so anyway, since she kept calling me a "bad gothic-poetry generator". Didn't mean to though, heh, was just feeling depressed, and Ki's a bit melodramatic when upset.
Last night was interesting. My roomie literally dragged me off of the couch, and then a bit across the floor, and then forced me off to buy ice cream, because Ki was moping about, spouting phrases only meant to be heard in badly written fifteen-year-old-Mansonite drivel. Am assuming so anyway, since she kept calling me a "bad gothic-poetry generator". Didn't mean to though, heh, was just feeling depressed, and Ki's a bit melodramatic when upset.
