so i have this shiny turkey to show for my blogging efforts.
|shiny happy turkeys holding hands.. um..|
hmm. i'll award it to tiffany at on the verge because i can only HOPE she has an awesome story about cooking. i'll give one to simple dude here because he's a well-known award hog and i know at the very least he may have something useful to say about drinking and eating mcribs. and finally i'll share a shiny fucking turkey with kristine who writes wait in the van because if she doesn't deserve a shiny fucking turkey, who does in this crazy, mixed up world? seriously.
well, i eat a lot. and i drink *sometimes*. i'm in the kitchen often, cooking and/or baking (usually cooking) and i celebrate a few holidays. but all of these things together? hmmmmmmmmm....
this is harder than i thought. the times i've gotten specifically slizzard i have prepared food ahead of time or been somewhere that we pay people to cook for us. i have gotten superhigh and baked cookies before, but they were just those pillsbury cookie dough in a huge fucking pail that you scoop out and drop on a sheet and pop in the oven while you
i have stories about times i was drunk without pants on. or drunk without a bra on. or cooking without pants on. or baking without pants on. i mean, PANTS i can work with.
i tried to make dinner for my family the second day i took tarzipan and kept doing stupid things. like not turning on burners. or practically cutting my fucking finger off. i'm sure it would be a hysterical story... if i could remember it.
sadly for you, most of my cooking/baking adventures turn out fairly successfully. i'm usually sober (or mostly sober) on major holidays. i've gotten drunk enough to sit (pantsless) on my kitchen floor and cry, but i don't think that is the kind of story this award requires.
i have failed you, semi true torystellar. i've failed your award. i don't deserve a shiny turkey. or a matte finish turkey. or even a shiny cornish game hen.
now all i can think about are cornish pixies from harry potter and the chamber of secrets. DAMN YOU JK ROWLING. just a couple of more days until i get my next harry potter fix. i'm seriously JONESING for tihs damn movie.
to recap: i've failed at accepting this blog award. i haven't taken a tarzipan yet today. i can't wait for harry potter and the deathly hallows part one this weekend. i haven't told any of you how my classes are going - school and work related. i haven't discussed my personal life or my bullshit or my craziness for days.
have i withdrawn? you bet your sweet asses i have. i'll work on pulling up my big girl panties and getting some shit done around here. until then, keep your unit on you.