Open letter to people unlikely to respond
Oct. 10th, 2007 10:09 amDear Haughty Blond Walking Past Me At The End of My Walk This Morning:
I'm so happy that you are in your black Spanx and bra top and Gucci (if I looked more closely, would I see they were knock-offs?) sunglasses, those big ol' Paris Hilton types. Your breasts were amazingly high, whoever did them?
My favorite thing ever is when people look me up and down and cock their eyebrow as they pass me. I LOVE IT. And I also love how easy your life is, that all you have to worry about is what's reflecting in the mirror. And the best thing about putting all of your "investment" into your looks is that it pays off for YEARS. Especially when you're 80 and all of you is hanging down to your knees, except your lucious breasts, which will still be sitting on your clavicle.
Also, lighten the fuck up. I like mouthing along to my mp3 player. Be glad I didn't stick my foot out and trip you. And finally, I bet I could beat you in a foot race. Living on celery and water and walking for 15 minutes isn't the definition of health.
Kthx,
Stronger, beefier, and happier with my body.
Dear Hot Nubian Hotness On The Riding Lawn Mower Down The Block From My House:
First, I want you to know how good looking you were. In case you didn't know. And if I was staring a bit, it's because it was a pleasant surprise. That's all. Ahem.
Second, you have no idea how happy it made me to a) not have someone look at me weird because I'm mouthing along to my mp3 player (seriously, people. WTF? ENJOY LIFE.) and b) that you KNEW THE SONG I WAS LISTENING TO. You rule. I'm putting you here last so that the image of the bitch with the dirty looks (probably because she's hungry. God bless black men and Latinos for loving women with curves. No, seriously.) is trumped by your awesomeness.
In conclusion: if you're a fighter, writer, biter, flame igniter, crowd exciter, or you wanna just get high, then just say it. But then if you're a liar, liar, pants on fire, wolf cry, agent wetter, whine, I'mma know it when I play it.
It's bigger than hip-hop/hip-hop,
The sweaty chick that will be thinking of you for the next few hours
Dear La Madeline French Bakery and Cafe:
I will not be seeing you today. I saw you yesterday, had a delicious Croque Monsieur, but as much as I want one today, I can't. We... have to end this sneaking around. It's not because of the Bitchy Blonde, and I'm offended you'd even say that. We...
Look. It's not you, don't ever let me hear that's what you're thinking! It's me. I know, it's cliche, but it's true. I've changed. It's vegetables. Fruits. Whole grains. They... they do the things I want. I know you said you'd try, but we both know health isn't something you're comfortable with. Comfort foods, high fat, that's what you like, and I get it.
I just need something...more. One day you'll look back on me eating your 1000 calorie tomato bisque with fondness, I will too. But this new recipe I have that has more licopene and less fat and calories? It's what I'm needing now. You'll forget me. One day.
And hey, if I can distract my new soup, I may sneak in for a raspberry chocolate croissant on occasion.
Too soon?
Slimmer hips and thighs
I'm so happy that you are in your black Spanx and bra top and Gucci (if I looked more closely, would I see they were knock-offs?) sunglasses, those big ol' Paris Hilton types. Your breasts were amazingly high, whoever did them?
My favorite thing ever is when people look me up and down and cock their eyebrow as they pass me. I LOVE IT. And I also love how easy your life is, that all you have to worry about is what's reflecting in the mirror. And the best thing about putting all of your "investment" into your looks is that it pays off for YEARS. Especially when you're 80 and all of you is hanging down to your knees, except your lucious breasts, which will still be sitting on your clavicle.
Also, lighten the fuck up. I like mouthing along to my mp3 player. Be glad I didn't stick my foot out and trip you. And finally, I bet I could beat you in a foot race. Living on celery and water and walking for 15 minutes isn't the definition of health.
Kthx,
Stronger, beefier, and happier with my body.
Dear Hot Nubian Hotness On The Riding Lawn Mower Down The Block From My House:
First, I want you to know how good looking you were. In case you didn't know. And if I was staring a bit, it's because it was a pleasant surprise. That's all. Ahem.
Second, you have no idea how happy it made me to a) not have someone look at me weird because I'm mouthing along to my mp3 player (seriously, people. WTF? ENJOY LIFE.) and b) that you KNEW THE SONG I WAS LISTENING TO. You rule. I'm putting you here last so that the image of the bitch with the dirty looks (probably because she's hungry. God bless black men and Latinos for loving women with curves. No, seriously.) is trumped by your awesomeness.
In conclusion: if you're a fighter, writer, biter, flame igniter, crowd exciter, or you wanna just get high, then just say it. But then if you're a liar, liar, pants on fire, wolf cry, agent wetter, whine, I'mma know it when I play it.
It's bigger than hip-hop/hip-hop,
The sweaty chick that will be thinking of you for the next few hours
Dear La Madeline French Bakery and Cafe:
I will not be seeing you today. I saw you yesterday, had a delicious Croque Monsieur, but as much as I want one today, I can't. We... have to end this sneaking around. It's not because of the Bitchy Blonde, and I'm offended you'd even say that. We...
Look. It's not you, don't ever let me hear that's what you're thinking! It's me. I know, it's cliche, but it's true. I've changed. It's vegetables. Fruits. Whole grains. They... they do the things I want. I know you said you'd try, but we both know health isn't something you're comfortable with. Comfort foods, high fat, that's what you like, and I get it.
I just need something...more. One day you'll look back on me eating your 1000 calorie tomato bisque with fondness, I will too. But this new recipe I have that has more licopene and less fat and calories? It's what I'm needing now. You'll forget me. One day.
And hey, if I can distract my new soup, I may sneak in for a raspberry chocolate croissant on occasion.
Too soon?
Slimmer hips and thighs
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:35 pm (UTC)I often find myself uttering the word "breakable" under my breath a lot on my daily commutes in the city...
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:44 pm (UTC)Then we can go have a plate of quesadillas and margaritas, because we'll have earned it. :D
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 06:42 pm (UTC)OMG, the croissant is then rolled in powdered sugar. IT IS DEATH ON WHEELS. By which I mean: DELICIOUS.
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:46 pm (UTC)Oh, God! Oh, God! The other day in Starbucks, these two college aged girls took one look at my high heeled black boots and skirt combo and started giggling hysterically and whispering to each other. Um, hello? Standing right here? And my boots are veryhotthnxbuhbye. So I got my drink, pushed my sunglasses down onto the bridge of my nose (making sure the rock on my left hand caught the sun just so), sauntered over in my kicky boots, and said, "Nice flip flops. Old Navy?"
AND LEFT.
Yes, I'm pathetic.
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:35 pm (UTC)Um, 1) that sounds like a TOTALLY CUTE outfit, for starters, and very Now and
2) ahahahaha, BEST RESPONSE EVER!!! Good for you.
I experienced the up and down stare EVERY DAY when I lived in Utah. I found it so incredibly rude. Still do! I applaud your response. That is seriously awesome.
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 06:36 pm (UTC)I mean, it's Texas. We're all about the friendly smile. She's just uppity and bitchy. And I could totally take her on and win. I'm just sayin'. :D
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Date: 2007-10-10 03:57 pm (UTC)If you run into Haughty Blonde again, punch her in the boob. I bet it'll deflate really fast. It might be fun to watch.
Also, I painted the back wall of my bedroom this color (http://ralphlaurenhome.com/rlhome/products/paint/items.asp?haid=121) last night. (If the link doesn't take you directly to the color swatch, it's the sample second row from the right, 17 rows down--Faded Seafoam.) Hopefully I'll have pictures of it soon.
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:33 pm (UTC)You will be surprised when you come over next time. I put up draperies in the living room and kitchen, got some other new stuff for the living room, and bought a bench/table for the sectional in the media room so we have a place to put our drinks down. I am a dork and am going to email you pics.
We are HGTV muthas, yo.
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Date: 2007-10-10 05:18 pm (UTC)Dude, I love the pics. You should be my personal shopper from now on.
HGTV would be so proud of us.
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:38 pm (UTC)Hahahaha, I will. And I bet her eye bulges out, or the side of her head expands from the helium in those knockers. :D
OOooOOooooh!! I love that color! LOVE LOVE LOVE it. (And in fact, we're getting rid of a lot of the red in our front rooms and going in that route with tan/chocolate!) GORGEOUS COLOR. Post pics when you can!!
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:07 pm (UTC)Stoney is a heartless bitch. Come to my house and let me comfort you.
Your loyal cream puff,
Thinks slimmer hips and thighs are overrated
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 06:40 pm (UTC)I am a heartless bitch. (And I may or may not sneak over for a pastry and cup of coffee in a minute, because I'm also a cheater on my rules.)
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Date: 2007-10-10 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:41 pm (UTC)And serioulsly, what the what with people being weirded out by someone singing/humming along to themselves? JEEEZ.
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:48 pm (UTC)I get funny looking when I'm singing in the car. And my windows are up so it ain't like I'm making ears bleed or anything. Hey people, loosen up, yo!
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Date: 2007-10-10 06:59 pm (UTC)Me? Not so much.
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Date: 2007-10-10 07:42 pm (UTC)I'm now looking at my squishy winter body, thinking about wearing t-shirts, and sobbing quietly to myself.
Walking with an MP3 player is good times and I thoroughly approve - it's like dancing but in a straight line with slightly less arm flinging.
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Date: 2007-10-10 08:21 pm (UTC)"but in a straight line with slightly less arm flinging" Hahahaha, you've not seen me speed walk! :D I'm a big fan of walking for exercise. Your tits don't bounce around, your knees don't ache, and you can conveniently pass by a bakery and pop out with a sweet treat and make it look like you meant to do that. Try running and eating a fruit tart!
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Date: 2007-10-10 08:34 pm (UTC)Ooooh Nubian man. So want him to pop out from nowhere. But my mom always laughs at me because I will be singing in the car, and some guy at some stop will start pointing at me because I rock out so much. Whatever, music makes me happy!
Next time she give you the look trip away, she may fall and puncture a balloon!
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Date: 2007-10-10 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 09:29 pm (UTC)Groove on!
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Date: 2007-10-10 09:43 pm (UTC)Hot singing lawn mower guy? A treat
La Madeline? I'll take their cream of MUSHROOM soup any day. Or on Tuesdays when they serve it. Whichever.
Don't sweat the small stuff. See ya!
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Date: 2007-10-10 10:51 pm (UTC)Damn you. Now I want baked goods.
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Date: 2007-10-11 02:38 am (UTC)Seriously - this post is genius.
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Date: 2007-10-11 03:39 am (UTC)And then I want to shake them and yell: YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
:D
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Date: 2007-10-11 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-13 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-13 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-15 09:02 pm (UTC)OMG. Share?
::craves soup::
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Date: 2007-10-15 09:18 pm (UTC)First, here's La Madeline's Tomato Basil soup. Um, it's delicious. And really really fattening.
here's the one I use. I only use 1/2 C of cream, however.
(Reposted for crappy HTML on my part)
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Date: 2007-10-16 05:37 am (UTC)Wow, heavy cream *and* butter? The LM version is a killer.