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Showing posts with label RP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RP. Show all posts
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Universe
I recently added up all of the ingredients that I put into a batch of scones. Butter makes up approximately one quarter of the ingredients.
A 24 hour fitness occupies the building next to my bakery. And yes, there are people in there all hours of the night. Is this how the universe balances things out? Are they working out to counteract the effects of the amazing pastries that I sell? Or am I baking to counteract their frenzied workouts?
On the bus ride to work, I witnessed a man peeing on the bus. he turned to the window so that he would not be indecently exposed to those sitting across the aisle from him (me), but the sound and visual of pee hitting the bus floor couldn't be, er, washed away. I'm not really sure where this lands in the balance of things. And now that I am writing about it I feel the compulsive need to burn all of my clothes and take a shower. Oh, now I see it... balance.
In Vancouver, a street full of junkies kept Ashley and me from our due purpose of accidentally running into Robert Pattinson. I'll let you know if the universe ever sets that one strait.
A 24 hour fitness occupies the building next to my bakery. And yes, there are people in there all hours of the night. Is this how the universe balances things out? Are they working out to counteract the effects of the amazing pastries that I sell? Or am I baking to counteract their frenzied workouts?
On the bus ride to work, I witnessed a man peeing on the bus. he turned to the window so that he would not be indecently exposed to those sitting across the aisle from him (me), but the sound and visual of pee hitting the bus floor couldn't be, er, washed away. I'm not really sure where this lands in the balance of things. And now that I am writing about it I feel the compulsive need to burn all of my clothes and take a shower. Oh, now I see it... balance.
In Vancouver, a street full of junkies kept Ashley and me from our due purpose of accidentally running into Robert Pattinson. I'll let you know if the universe ever sets that one strait.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Robert Pattinson, Merci
There are a lot of real life things going on right now that are hard to blog about. So I won't.
My first of many steps to becoming a genius is learning new languages. I want to learn French. Here goes...
Monsieur handjob, c'est la magnifique, mon petite fromage! Fascination totale! barbe de papa! baguette!
I wish I were in France right now. You lucky bastard. But thanks for distracting me anyway.
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