i wrote a poem about feijoas. but then deleted it. it was a terrible poem. what WAS i thinking.
i approach life like i approach feijoas from NC's garden. i break the skin and suck out the goodness. and throw out the tart bits. but life isn't as sweet as the feijoas from NC's garden.
for example today life wasn't that sweet. it was tarty to be honest. i had horrible work. and all i wanted to do was sit on a couch and gossip with people. preferrable with people who think me wonderful. today i needed my ego stroked.
i went to a play. and the play pissed me off. because hello i'm special and unique. don't take my mojo and turn it into cheap laughs. acutally i recommend the play: 1/4 pounding. but i didn't like the ending.
i went to a bar dedicated to the beatles. how retro. i had lime and soda. also retro for me as it was my drink of 2004.
i'm home now and feeling a bit destitute. i'm spending too much. when i should be saving to be a shop-o-holic in melbourne ON SATURDAY.
inspired by a coworker, these are the days of my life...
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and NC: i mean you. and not someone else. just to clarify (given your email earlier today i thought this was needed).
jessica, you are an american, so you will not like the noble feijoa. i have determined this through extensive international investigation. you and your countrymen hate it. it is so so tasty though. especially in this form:
http://www.thedrinkshop.com/products/nlpdetail.php
?prodid=1409
(N.B. don't be misled by "pineapple guava". that is crap. pineapple is SO disgusting.)
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i had a bad day today too. i think you are wonderful.
I'm not familiar with those things.
i have met canadians who have loved feijoas. and canadians are like americans. sort of. helena, i am sure *pete* would like feijoas. SURE OF IT.
and maybe jessica too. she has international tastes. she eats mexican food like every night.
and erin. i think you're more than wonderful.
and roonie. i hope you get familiar with them. they are the best thing about autumn.
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