Now THERE'S A Color Found In Nature

Aquarius Begins
Muharram (Islamic New Year)
Martyrs Day (Azerbaijan)

 

It’s time once again for Sins Against Nature That Amelia Likes To Ingest!

 

People who were reading earlier this month already know of the abomination involving hot Tang, hot instant tea, and peach schnapps. In keeping with the color scheme of that one, I must also now confess to a certain weakness for squeezy cheeze on tortilla chips, which I realize is rather like admitting that you like to eat the latest advances in polymer technology on toast. Whenever I even mention squeezy cheeze, Liz unleashes a tirade of bitchiness unequaled by any other in her repertoire; she will go on at lengths about how disgusting the cheeze is, how disgusting I am, and how she is ashamed to live in an apartment that contains even one canister of the foul stuff.

 

Finally I told her that if she gave me any more abuse about it, I would sneak into her room at night and fill her hands with it, then tickle her nose. Because really.

 

However, none of these match the one I indulged in last night, as well as the night before, while making myself dinner.

 

I love raw Bisquick pancake batter.

 

I would eat that stuff with a spoon if it didn’t annoy my gut so much.  I burn pancakes because I’m busy licking batter off my fingers while they sit smoking in the griddle.  I used to pour it over my pancakes. Something about it tastes really, really good, and I’m not sure what it is.

 

But for the first time in a long time, while I was making myself some actual pancakes, I went nuts and just attacked the stuff.

 

I think that makes the squeezy cheeze look slightly less weird, don’t you?

Fluff And Stuff

I just found out that I’m a bigot.

 

It would be very easy for me to become a doll collector.*  While I was wandering about seeking a nice big mermaid doll to come hang out with the rest of us, I found a pretty nifty collector’s site that gives you a list of all sorts of 18-inch dolls that you can check out. Some of them are creepy as all hell, but some of them are very pretty, and I went into I Want That mode while looking at them all.

 

But some of the prettiest ones, ones that I would otherwise want (although their dresses are a little … overkill), have the most nauseating background possible. I just … words cannot do justice to the vitriol that rises within me as I look at this site. The dolls are beautiful, quality dolls, but I don’t think I could bring myself to give money to these people.

( Pride And Prejudice Would Describe This Well, But I Think It's Taken )

I love dolls.  Go me!

 

 

*This is relevant, I swear.

 

**You can always tell when I’m taking some sort of class in gender studies. Watch me channel Margaret Mead here!