space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- cheddy we went drinking tonight. we haven't done that in a while, especially since i've been on this health kick. there was a guy sitting behind clay at another table. he had brought his own beer stein. it was kind of strange watching him sit by himself in this trendy sports bar on a friday night drinking out of a budweiser beer stein. he ordered cheese sticks. we're watching, well i guess half watching, about a boy right now. clay identifies with the scene where hugh grant brings the kid over to hang out with rachel weisz's kid. the kids hate each other from the start and start fighting. adults always think that kids have so much in common just because they're the same age. "why don't you go over and play with little sarah? she's your age." .. "because little sarah is a bitch, mom." so when you're thirty, you're supposed to have a lot in common with all the other thirty-year-olds as well? no. doesn't work like that. people are people, blah blah, and i'll stop with that before i break out into a depeche mode song. here's a secret. clay i refer to our bellies as cheddies, like, "god, my cheddy's getting big," or, "my cheddy hurts!" this started when we saw a commercial for teddy cheddy crackers about a year ago. why "cheddy" instantly translated into "stomach"? i haven't a clue. "please. shut up. you're wounding my soul." 1:28 am - 04.26.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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