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Fried chicken I had a most redneckian experience yesterday. We had planned on going to swim at the pool at Wills Park, but it closed right before we got there, because, as a very loud child informed my mom, "somebody farted a little too hard." Ok, ew. Disheartened by this news, we, of course, needed ice cream. Banana walnut, to be specific. After this, we decided to venture to "beach" at the lake. It was open, and crawling with screaming children, screaming adults, and screaming radios. I'm not exactly one with nature; I hate the lake. It's polluted, you can never be sure what you're stepping on, and you can't see your hand 5 inches down. And because we're in Georgia, my toes looked like I had been eating Cheetos with them. A middle-aged Mexican man waved at me, and a shirtless old guy sitting on a log stared at me. Not that there's anything here to stare at, except skin so un-tanned it’s nearly translucent, and the unfortunate results of that banana walnut ice cream cone.And then we went home and ate fried chicken. Sigh. I might paint. I watched Great Expectations today, and while I don't think it will help me with the book at all, being set in Florida in modern times, it did make me feel all artistic and inspired and shit. And I really, really don't want to read that book. It makes me ADD. Wheat Thins rock. I linked here from The Little Kingdom. So, hello darlings! Eat your potatoes!
2003-07-21 @ 11:10 a.m. |