Post-Partum/Mortem/Eastum

And by Eastum I mean Easter. This past Easter weekend has left me with 6 pounds of extra adipose tissue in my body. Kinda like the guts that giant tree frog belched out in Pan's Labyrinthe. Ugh haha. If I were to list everything that I ate these last four days, it would go a little like this:

-Super salty red sauce linguini (Rob and I ruined the sauce but people ate it anyway, because my mom put it on her pasta dish anyway)
-Cheese tortellini & 'tortelloni' (maybe that was a typo on Oliveri's part)
-Lemon cheesecake
-Miss Vicky's Sweet Chili Chips
-Chicken fingers
-Fries
-Lasagna
-Chicken Parmesan
-Caeser salad
-Bocconcini, artichokes, mushrooms, zucchini, and all that other tasty Antipasto medley
-Crabcakes
-Scrambled eggs
-A piece of bacon
-Mushroom ravioli
-More chicken fingers (same food, different day)
-Crab salad
-Roast garlic potatoes
-Pesto pasta salad
-Chick pea salad
-Apple caramel crumble
-Turkey (softest, most tender turkey ever. As a chicken enthusiast, I almost converted.)
-Chippery (best chips ever)
-Mashed potatoes
-Asparagus, mushrooms, more artichokes, cherry tomatoes.
-Tomato garlic bread
-Angel foodcake with an espresso mascarpone icing.
-The upper body of a Lindt chocolate bunny
-A few more milk chocolate lindt balls
-Apple pie
-Croissant with nutella
-A bowl of raisin bran (this morning)

So um, before you think I'm 500 pounds, lol I'll tell you my secret to eating everything. It's the simple French way. Just peck at everything as opposed to gobbling just one, thus rendering yourself too full to move on to the next course. I think I did a pretty good job at covering all my bases of yummy food.

And now I'm back to eating regular, because eating a consistent menu like that would make anybody's ass bleed.

Dream(s) Last Night: I was in a car with the roof down with Mike Cirillo driving, Ali Pilli, and a couple other passengers I can't remember. Mike, having been drinking because he and Erica broke up, kinda just dissipated from the car and we were approaching a right curve in the road. If we didn't act fast, we would have veered off the road into snow. So I grabbed the wheel and tried to yank it right, which helped a little but we still crashed. Everyone survived but, out of nowhere, I realize that one of the two other passengers that I couldn't remember was a boy. A boy who won't be named, but I did have a standing adoration for this man for a long time. I see him on the floor, nursing his arm, and he looks up at me and asks, "Do you want to come with me to wash this off?" For some reason I knew it was an invitation to be intimately alone somewhere. I haven't talked to him in a while, so I'm a little surprised by his advances. I nod my head and join him in a huge white-tiled bathroom.
He takes off his clothes and goes into the porcelain tub and waits, and there's me, elbows on the edge, bending over him, my chin on my arms, knowing that if I go in there it would be over between me and Robert. I could never cheat on him and then stay with him. My brain was begging me to go in there. So I ended up going into the tub with the guy, but to my disbelief, I don't feel the urge to kiss him. In fact, I just sat there, with our knees bumping. There was no attraction. I stayed in there til the water turned cold, and then I left him.

To you, this dream may mean fuckall. But to me, it cleared the water.