The harder they come
I have one of those urges to write a to-do list made up primarily of things I've already done, so I can feel a proud sense of accomplishment. But not much would even make it onto that list except 1) consume an entire pound of edamame for dinner and 2) think about topics of conversation with Xtina Aguilera for when we marry. I think it should be painfully obvious that I succombed to watching E! while eating my "dinner" of soybeans. I managed to drag myself away from the television to put myself in front of the ccomputer monitor. An improvement? It's unclear.
I love how these grad school application essays are supposed to be 2-3 pages double spaced covering approximately five topics. Have they met me? I write 2-3 pages everyday in this thing about topics like how much I like a Jewel song or what I ate for lunch or hatred towards an advertisement. Distilling my literary experience and writing goals down to more manageable quantities shall be quite the task for a verbose fcker like me. I mean, one wouldn't necessarily guess that I have an intense love for minimalist fiction. I suppose I shall be channelling that in this case.
I love how these grad school application essays are supposed to be 2-3 pages double spaced covering approximately five topics. Have they met me? I write 2-3 pages everyday in this thing about topics like how much I like a Jewel song or what I ate for lunch or hatred towards an advertisement. Distilling my literary experience and writing goals down to more manageable quantities shall be quite the task for a verbose fcker like me. I mean, one wouldn't necessarily guess that I have an intense love for minimalist fiction. I suppose I shall be channelling that in this case.
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I used to babysit this kid who loved edamame. He was a slow starter as far a talking goes and at the age of 2, he had a limited vocabulary. But he could say "edamame". It's his favorite. His other word is "tabbouli", his other favorite. So once I made him edamame a big handful of edamame and he ate all of it. He pooped a few hours later, and the diaper was full of whole soybeans. I could've cleaned them off and served them back to him.
Wow. Maybe I should've waited until our lunch today to tell you the story. Don't forget. 1pm at Ronnie's.
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