Monthly Archives: January 2004

Guffaw

Hellooooooooo insom­nia.

I hate my laugh. No, really. It’s a com­bi­na­tion of my moth­ers’ laugh (a sort of gaspy, light, heav­ing) and Mike’s laugh (short bursts of falsetto squeak­ing). Someone once told me that it’s what she liked about me, but I think she just asso­ci­ated it with my sense of humour.

Simple Stir-Fry

Thumbnail: Stirfry 1

Thumbnail: Stirfry 2

I have fig­ured out the eas­i­est stir-fry in the world. One morn­ing I took my stir-fry strips out of the freezer to defrost by the time my classes were done. When I got home, I real­ized that I had no veg­eta­bles and I was too tired to make rice (actu­ally it was more of being too tired to clean the rice pot because it’s always a bitch). I found a pack of gar­lic pasta salad, and threw every­thing together.

Ingredients:

  1. Approximately 700 grams of beef stir-fry strips
  2. One bag of Green Giant Garden Creations Pasta Salad (Garlic)

Directions:

  1. Pre-heat fry­ing pan to medium heat, add oil
  2. Add stir-fry strips and gar­den salad
  3. Cover and stir occa­sion­ally until the pasta is desired ten­der­ness (should take about 20 min­utes, liq­uid should be a light sauce by then)

Note: To ensure beef is cooked through, add beef in pan a few min­utes before the pasta salad.

Cause My Legs Are Like Toothpicks

On a good day I can find two pairs of pants that I want to try on. Today I found five, and none were right. Either they didn’t fit, or the cut ended up dif­fer­ent when I actu­ally put them on. Why is it so hard for me to find pants? Nice, durable yet com­fort­able, baggy yet fits around my waist, wide-leg, plain-looking pants.

Evil Kitty

I’m catch­ing Dolly up on the kitchen coun­ters lately. She’s never had the gall to do so before. Nick’s the­ory is that she was really bored and knew she was alone dur­ing the Christmas hol­i­days, so she just jumped up one day and learned that it’s pos­si­ble. She knows that she’s not sup­posed to because as soon as she hears one of us walk­ing to the kitchen, she’ll jump down to the floor and give us the hon­est kitty look. The one where she stands at atten­tion with the big eyes, head slightly tilted to one side. Yeah. She’s an evil kitty.

The Taste

I feel like speak­ing tonight. I feel like express­ing myself in some way, but can’t focus on what I want to say. I feel like I’m totally addicted. I feel like shar­ing some­thing that’s com­pletely embar­rass­ing, like the face trace trick or the wing chun dream.

I feel like singing. I feel like shout­ing. I feel like every­thing is just right.

I feel like I finally have peo­ple I can hang out with. I feel like I’ve finally had a mean­ing­ful relationship.

I feel like I can dream with­out dis­ap­point­ment. I feel like I can think with­out hurt­ing. I feel like I can admire with­out jealousy.

I feel like every song is the last I’ll ever hear. I feel like I’m finally living.

I feel happy.