Flicking ashes on the heads of
teenage kids with poorly tuned guitars

I am going to be sick, I can feel it coming. I ate way too much brownie mix. Raw eggs, oil, not good. Topped off with a banana. I keep jumping back and forth between healthy and un-. For instance: yesterday, ate a banana, had a salad for dinner, along with some green bean cassarole, but also had greasy pizza for lunch, and a sausage biscuit for breakfast. It's like eating a bucket of lard and saying it's all right because you're washing it down with Diet Coke.
Anyway, so, last night, ran to the grocery really late to buy some ingredients to make something to bring to Ashley & Rob's gathering. It was late, I haven't been sleeping much. While I was there, I looked around at other foodstuffs for myself, got distracted. Decided brownies were the way to go, everyone likes brownies. So, buy brownie stuff, head home. A block from my house I realized I have never once seen brownies at ANY Thanksgiving dessert table. Albeit, I have only been to my family's gatherings, but we're pretty traditional. Haven't seen any Martha Stewart episodes on "Thanksgiving Brownies," they make Christmas brownies, Halloween brownies, Easter, etc., but no Thanksgiving ones. So, feeling like a failure, I unloaded the groceries, debated whether I should make them or not. Today, right now, almost done. Like my brownies or not, I'm bringing them. I can be the weird guy, I'm fine with that. Screw it.
Well, off to pull the last batch out of the oven. Must get ready for work, that's right, work. Feel like drafting a notice to employees entitled, "A Happy Fuck You for the Holidays, from Books-a-Million," or, "That's Right Motherfuckers, You Get NO Extra Pay." We'll see.
Happy Thanksgiving.
posted by beta at 11/28/2002 11:16:00 AM