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get out. i'd put cherry garcia in the #3 position, behind monkey wrench and chunky monkey. number four would be godiva chocolate raspberry truffle. |
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andrew is bringing over real homemade strawberry ice cream for lunch tomorrow afternoon. matt is bringing over a bottle of wine for dinner. infirmary is getting a little better... |
Pop Rocks + Stoned = Awesome. |
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oh shit. |
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J, you make me chuckle. There was a heavenly friend in my college days whom I never dated and never thought of doing so, but with whom I'd swap fast licks on an ice cream cone in the study lounge of Christ College...where one was forbidden to eat anything, let alone anything as sensuous as ice cream on a hot, breezy spring time day... Her name was Linda Peterson and I thought she was a goddess and she thought I was an intelligent but sodden dork, and sharing those ice cream cones was our little dirty secret. An unlikely pair, we would spend hours and hours together studying, never see eachother outside that little studyhall, and always share an ice cream cone. It was a really illicit feeling, full of innuendo. That was twenty nine years ago. Sorry, folks, for being so reclusive (not that anyone noticed) but amidst travel (Kentucky, Lake Ozark, Minneapolis) and writing (the eating disorder and shame piece) and planting (garden) and convalescing (now just hobbling with cane and getting stronger every day)... there's little energy left. But I still read y'all before I go to bed each night. Sorta like a prayer or mantra or something. |
and i don't even know why a prayer? more like watching the news for car wrecks i reckon i've seriously begun to wonder why i do. read. read and occassionally write doesn't seem like me, but it must be maybe cause i can take what i want. say what i want. walk away when i want to, and who could i really offend? how could i really care? if i don't talk for two months who cares? then i can barge right in whenever it suits me. say mean things to people who can't see me smile afterward. whipped heavy cream with berries is better than ice cream |
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so sweet, so spicy. |
Not enough pizazz...forgot the pepper, white or black. Never tried white pepper ice cream. ditto on the coming and going, Heather. And the berries. |
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