Attack of the killer of death

I am obsessed, obsessed I tell you, with peas in their pods. I can't stop eating them, I love them. Precious, perky little peas in their smooth, juicy, firm pods. So green, so earthy sweet. Pea pods peas, I betroth my broth of Beowulf to thee. I breaketh my brethren in thy honour.

This just in, bought a pillow, returned a pillow, got a different one, probably won't like that one either. SO hard to please (except when it comes to sweet, sweet peas).

On the other side of the coin. I have just about had it with those little mini carrots. Carrots, you bore me. I've had enough of you, it's over! Maybe I'll call you in a month. I might see a bugs bunny cartoon and get a craving but don't hold your carrot breath!

Potatoes.

So, I'm real busy here at work. I've perused websites that suited my particular fancy, exchanged a pillow and allowed an overly made-up representative of M.A.C. to find the right shade of eyeshadow to bring out the green in my eyes(Didn't work, it was this bright coppery pink-if you can imagine. My eyes looked hella green but my eyelids looked like the skin of some sunburned, sparkle-scaled, alien lizard. Uh, I'm re-reading Restaurant at the End of the Universe. I guess that's where the alien reference comes in. Notice how I had to mention that I was RE-reading it so you didn't mistake me for reading it for the first time at age 33. God forbid you should think I was behind in my geek-chic culture consumption. What was my original point?).