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laying around thinking yields

so i was just awakened by, i don't know what, and was laying there thinking about what it would be like to clean my cat. in the traditional cat way, you know? and as i was thinking about how gross that is, i started to think, is it really that gross? i then went into a long sidethought about how maybe it would work if you had little disposable tongue condoms, but thought that the payoff for your cat would not be worth the effort nor the humiliation you'd endure if your friends ever found out. but anyways, that led to thinking about cat mouths being dirty, which led to thinking that human mouths aren't any different. i mean, please. god put it there to trap things and send them to the acid pit. (or if you don't like the god idea, formulate that sentence however you want to.) imagine eating a housefly. you mouth is designed to take things in willy-nilly and hope that they give you fuel. i do wonder, of course, if you sat around eating houseflies, if it would ever do you any harm at all. and if it doesn't... where did we come up with the idea that it's bad? when did bugs being ooky become a social concept? right, but, as i was saying. the things we eat are so cleansed. and no, i'm NOT saying that this is a bad thing. it is just where my mind went from, "i bet my cat wishes someone would clean him from time to time as a gesture of affection."

as a note, i did not and am not going to lick my cat. nor eat a housefly.

this morning i had breakfast with traceracer, dragonballzzz, koira, and dharshai. it was a terrific impromptu gathering! i hope we do it again. although i'm not so hot on the bob evans, i must confess. also, this means i woke up after only 5 hours of sleep. what the? i'd better go back to bed. especially if all i can come up with on waking is stuff about eating dirt. i don't think i was that great a conversationalist at breakfast, either. heh.

p.s. i had this really weird dream about being hired back at the last place i worked. it was a good dream except for where i had to cowtow to people who obviously don't like me and were going to take advantage of me. however, it was kind of sad because there was a feeling of happiness about the dream, like in the dream i was happy that i was going back and would be woring with some other people i liked - i was hired for a non-customer service job in the dream which in reality would never happen - and when i woke up, i realized the happiness i was feeling wasn't real.

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rob_donoghue
Jul. 10th, 2002 08:32 am (UTC)
Mmmmmmm. Bob Evans
snidegrrl
Jul. 10th, 2002 09:56 am (UTC)
I didn't want breakfast food at the time. :-/ I had a scary spaghetti-like concoction.

Although, it's true, I can eat some pretty bleh stuff and really enjoy it. That's why I'm a cheap date. Yet still high maintenance. ;)

Are there not Bob Evans out there?
rob_donoghue
Jul. 10th, 2002 11:38 am (UTC)
I am a breakfast whore
Not that I have found, sadly.

Mind you, my weakness is a deep and abiding fondness for all things breakfast. Omlettes, pancakes, biscuits and gravy - all of these thing shave contributed to my lifetime of happiness (and expanded waistline). To illustrate:

Gold Beach, Oregon is about 50 miles north of the CA/OR border. which puts it about 450 miles away by the fasted route, closer to 500 by the pretty, coastal route. It's a little strip of a town that used to have some fishing industry, but now just has tourism, so it's both neat and sad.

It exists on my internal map, since it's the first place Deborah and I stayed on our honeymoon. We set out from Mendicino the day after th edding, and that' where we came to a stop. That morning, we hunted up breakfast, looking for th eplace th elocals were at. That place turned out to be called Grants - it's big, clean and friendly, and looks all th eworld like it shoudl be part of a chain.

Now, we had a lot of breakfasts in a lot of neat places on that honeymoon (The second best being in Monticello, Utah, Mormon COuntry, where we got to hear about "Long haired hippie freaks from San Francisco), but not a one of them was better. Part of it was certainly the newness, but part of it was that the food was just SO DAMNED GOOD. I think one of the high points was looking over the coffee (60 cents a cup for just coffee, 40cents with a ameal, free refills) and realizing they had a menu item for filling a termos with coffee. I approved.

Notice how strongly this breakfast has stayed with me. SO much so that when it turned out that both the wife and I had a 3 day weekend for the 4th, we decided, as a romantic getaway, to have breakfast at Grants. It was a great trip, and it was as good as I remembered it. We had a wonderful time.

So yeah, I'm a little crazy about breakfast. :)

No good diners out here either, but that's another bitch entirely.

mikailborg
Jul. 10th, 2002 05:08 pm (UTC)
It was official "weird dream night" that night. God knows what our collective unconsciousnesses were up to. I suspect it was no good.
professorbooty
Jul. 16th, 2002 02:51 pm (UTC)
... on cleaning your cat.
Sometimes I rub my nose methodically on Sprocket. I don't think he knows the difference, really.
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