A heretical smorgasbord, if you will. I present to you a post so abominably self-centered that I feel the gravitational center of Earth begin to shift — without further adieu..

1. I finally ate the lasagna and curry that I’d made whilst on my diet. Dude, I so, so rock the kitchen. &then, I pancake!!ed &BBQ!!ed with Brian and out-wheated &out-meated myself. [Out-mwheated? Sounds dirty.]

2. Baby talk:
     a. Ai&I adamantly believe that not all babies are created equal. Ugly babies exist. Fin.
     b. B concludes that he and I would have cute babies.
          i. I counter that no baby could possibly be cuter than me+COz. Hysterically hypothetical.
          ii. But I agree that our offspring would be cute, if only for the hapa-ness. Also hysterically hypothetical.
     c. There is a 0.05% chance that I will reproduce because my genes deserve to perish.
          i. Oh, &I hate babies. What if, just what if, it’s ugly? “PUTITBACK.” “Uh, that one’s not mine.”

3. The best thing about having a seizure disorder is also having moments of intensely smug self-satisfaction accompanying the recollection of bits o’ knowledge in the days following the event.

4. Sometimes, I dabble in such thoughts as, “Why couldn’t someone with no job, no direction or aspiration develop this migraine and seizure disorder?” &then God smites me some more.

That’s all the blasphemy I could muster today. *curtsies*