Another entry in the "be careful what you wish for" category

( Probably TMI )

All in all, I'd have preferred to fake it. Or record the shows. Over really being ill.

Another entry in the "be careful what you wish for" category

( Probably TMI )

All in all, I'd have preferred to fake it. Or record the shows. Over really being ill.

I come bearing Icons... 41 of 'em!

Comment if you like 'em, take if you like, just credit me!

( Battlestar Galactica - 6 icons )

( Gale Harold/Queer as Folk - 11 icons )

( The L Word - Shane - 2 icons )

( Lost - Ian Somerhalder - 6 icons )

( nip/tuck - 1 icon )

( Anderson Cooper - 1 icon )

( Chris Meloni - 2 icons )

( Misc - 4 icons )

( X-Rated - 8 icons )

I come bearing Icons... 41 of 'em!

Comment if you like 'em, take if you like, just credit me!

( Battlestar Galactica - 6 icons )

( Gale Harold/Queer as Folk - 11 icons )

( The L Word - Shane - 2 icons )

( Lost - Ian Somerhalder - 6 icons )

( nip/tuck - 1 icon )

( Anderson Cooper - 1 icon )

( Chris Meloni - 2 icons )

( Misc - 4 icons )

( X-Rated - 8 icons )

I feel sicker...

And not because of the previous thing.

*swallows weakly*

I opened a can of Campbell's Chunky Pot Roast Soup - sounded good with the tummy upset I had earlier. Used the pull top to open the can, poured it into a saucepan, heated it up, put it in a bowl. Let me re-iterate that I looked at each thing closely before I used it, to make sure they were clean.

*deep breath*

I took the bowl to the couch to watch Grey's Anatomy. I was spooning through it, not watching that closely. I ate about 2/3 of the broth, and probably 1/3 of the solids.

Then I took that last, fateful mouthful. As I chewed it, I noticed that there seemed to be a piece of... gristle, or something. Felt more solid than gristle, not spongy at all. I've always been freaked about anything "differently textured" in my food, so rather than try to chew it up, I spit it out. Then I decided to look at whatever the fuck ot was.

Turns out it was a wadded up piece of... paperbag? Some kind of fabricy brown thing? It was the color of a paper bag, and wrinkled up. Started to pull apart as I was unwadding it, but any paper/fabric would after being cooked, canned, and then cooked again.

*shudders*

Christ, it's my worst nightmare, foodwise...

I feel sicker...

And not because of the previous thing.

*swallows weakly*

I opened a can of Campbell's Chunky Pot Roast Soup - sounded good with the tummy upset I had earlier. Used the pull top to open the can, poured it into a saucepan, heated it up, put it in a bowl. Let me re-iterate that I looked at each thing closely before I used it, to make sure they were clean.

*deep breath*

I took the bowl to the couch to watch Grey's Anatomy. I was spooning through it, not watching that closely. I ate about 2/3 of the broth, and probably 1/3 of the solids.

Then I took that last, fateful mouthful. As I chewed it, I noticed that there seemed to be a piece of... gristle, or something. Felt more solid than gristle, not spongy at all. I've always been freaked about anything "differently textured" in my food, so rather than try to chew it up, I spit it out. Then I decided to look at whatever the fuck ot was.

Turns out it was a wadded up piece of... paperbag? Some kind of fabricy brown thing? It was the color of a paper bag, and wrinkled up. Started to pull apart as I was unwadding it, but any paper/fabric would after being cooked, canned, and then cooked again.

*shudders*

Christ, it's my worst nightmare, foodwise...

OMG

I was just reading someone's post, where they'd done a search on the name of an old acquaintance - and found out they'd been killed years earlier. And that made me think - I went to undergrad with a rather flamboyant guy, spending many nights in group study with him, closing down the libraries. A number of people actually thought we were a couple, because we were always seen together.

I always wondered where he ended up, because when I'd last heard he was in his final year at Cornell (in 1998). I hadn't really kept in touch with him since about 1995, and got his final message right before I graduated from UCB. I remember somehow thinking he'd moved to Canada, which surprised me, because he'd have to take boards there, too.

So I decided to Google him. And this is what I found.

My guess is that he wasn't allowed to graduate, and who knows what he's doing now.

Oh, Isaac!

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Here's something good about another friend, who played the lottery. Lesson? Always do the Second Chance Drawing!

OMG

I was just reading someone's post, where they'd done a search on the name of an old acquaintance - and found out they'd been killed years earlier. And that made me think - I went to undergrad with a rather flamboyant guy, spending many nights in group study with him, closing down the libraries. A number of people actually thought we were a couple, because we were always seen together.

I always wondered where he ended up, because when I'd last heard he was in his final year at Cornell (in 1998). I hadn't really kept in touch with him since about 1995, and got his final message right before I graduated from UCB. I remember somehow thinking he'd moved to Canada, which surprised me, because he'd have to take boards there, too.

So I decided to Google him. And this is what I found.

My guess is that he wasn't allowed to graduate, and who knows what he's doing now.

Oh, Isaac!

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Here's something good about another friend, who played the lottery. Lesson? Always do the Second Chance Drawing!