|Things that have creeped me out lately....
||[Jan. 9th, 2008|12:41 pm]
I have to admit that the last post should have been yesterday's post, but I was so entangled in a Soda cup promotion issue (oh, I know, it's ALL about the glamor here...) that I didn't post it until this morning. |
One of my co-workers refers to her son, a baby of the age where you still have to hold them all of the time, but they're beginning to look more human than larval...anyway, she calls him "Little Man." I don't even know his name, for crissakes -- I know he has one, because I heard another co-worker use it. But Mom NEVER does. "I have to leave early to pick up Little Man." "Had a great weekend with Little Man." Blecch.
I heard the "No huggee, no kissee, until I get a wedding ring" song on the radio last night. "Huggee, kissee" makes me cringe; the voice of the singer (please note, there is no need to tell me what the actual name of the song is, or the singer. Really. I'm only writing this to get it OUT of my brain; don't give it a handicapped ramp back in. I KNOW how to google, thank you.) is like fingernails on a chalkboard. No, wait, I don't mind THAT sound. But you know what I mean...I almost broke a finger changing radio stations.
Finally, the Mixed Veggie Chips at Whole Foods. Yesterday, in a fit of musthavesaltycrunchy I picked up a container of these from the bulk/pre-packaged section. I figured they'd kill the urge, but unlike the Terra Chips, they wouldn't be SO good that I'd have to eat the whole package. Well, they sure hit that last criteria on the head. They are pretty freaking repulsive. The parsnip chips, which parsnipwhore that I am, I was really looking forward to, taste like salt, oil on the edge of rancidity and just as you're about to give up, a ghost of parsnip goes wafting through your mouth. But then it's gone. So you eat another one, to see if you can sight the ghost again and whoops, was that it? Or are you eating a plantain chip? Or is this just some leftover chunk of biodegradable packaging (hey, it's easier than composting!)? The green beans aren't bad, but they're few and far between.
What creeps me out, though? I can't stop eating them. They suck, yet their very suckiness is oddly compelling. Like maybe the NEXT one is going to taste good....This is me, walking them out to the lunchroom trashcan.
Because I can so see myself fishing them out of my own trash can.....