Something Notable is Happening
And it is this: my husband is cooking me dinner and it's not, I reiterate, NOT going to be A BOILED EGG ON TOAST (staple husband food). Boiled egg on toast has its eggy toasty merits, but not meritous enough to be eaten as main meal every day.
This is my second entry in one day, although I have slept at least eight hours and had a whole day's living since the last entry. Very confusing indeed.
K (the husband, or as Anonymous calls him, my Man-missus) is a feminist who wants to cook but sadly cannot. Tonight in a faithfully ambitious gesture I spent five minutes writing instructions on how to make a chilli and now he is diligently battling with mince and seasonings and soured cream and the like. The noises emerging from the kitchen are frightening, and yet, filled with promise.
The only other night he ever cooked me a proper meal was the night he proposed: unfortunately I wasn't expecting it (nor was I expecting him to be in my house) as I tumbled in tipsy and exhausted after a night of salsa dancing. The meal was spoiled and cold - but it was plain to see that had I consumed it within its prime, it would have been delicious. : ) It seemed to have involved green peppers and feta cheese - two of my favourite things.
I, now, meanwhile am enjoying the benefits of our newly acquired wireless network and OH MY HOW THE PATRIARCHAL TABLES HAVE TURNED. I hope that this will not accelerate the growth of facial hair in me, or breasts in K. That would detract from the sweetness of our new arrangement.
Did I mention that he already does the vast majority of the other housework...and if he takes cooking away from me, what then will I be good for? Nothing. GOOD FOR NOTHING as my old mother used to say. Ah, those were the days.
After my spout of argument and debate over the last few days, I am feeling very contrite and mellow. If I find that arrogant young man from my lecture any time soon, I have resolved to apologise for how I spoke to him. I still stand by my point but...well, it's like this. I admonished him basically because he was behaving in a bullying way, but in retrospect I think I just returned his bullying with my own version of self righteous bullying. Note to self: be a better person.
The chilli smells are becoming delicious, by the way. I'll leave you to your life-duties, I must now return to mine...ARGH GODDAMN IT TO HELL I'M SICK OF ARSE FART STUDYING!
Quite. : (
Posted by neuro-praxis on November 4, 2004 07:23 PM, in the category Exotic Air Fresheners
Dirty filthy student bums.
You should be a professional bum like me. It's a hard slog, but it's well worth it when you are being chased down the street by a mob of attractive (but armed and angry) women because you're a good-for-nothing broke metrosexual.
I don't know if that makes any sense, but that happened to me last week. I think. I may have been dreaming, or possibly drugged. That would probably explain the half-full glass that turned into a dragon then back again into a glass. And the talking pizza.
Man, that pizza was a fucker. Dissing me and my family... and why? "YOU DON'T GOT THE TOPPINGS, DO YOU LITTLE MAN?". It then vomitted out a pigeon.
It's alright though, I set the pigeon on fire.
Posted by: David Barrett at November 4, 2004 09:12 PMWell, as long as the pigeon is a-cooking, then we haven't a care in the world.
Posted by: neuro at November 5, 2004 12:02 AMFor the record folks, that meal tonight was absolutely delicious. : )
Posted by: neuro at November 5, 2004 12:16 AMYo!
You know whats more delicious than your poxy meal?
The distilled tears of fuckercunts.
Posted by: Sorcha at November 5, 2004 01:16 AM