Lately I've been obsessed with the word "plum" and the image of a plum and I'm not sure why. I decided to name my website design company (that I'll be launching in approximately 2 1/2 months) plum designs and I bought plum diet Snapple iced tea the other day. I find this weird because I've never really thought about plums one way or another. They rank down there with stock market prices and testicular cancer (see: things I never think about).
This recent revelation has prompted me to think about something else I never think about: a girl I used to work with.
This girl was not someone I'd usually hang out with, but what can I say we worked together. Right??
RIGHT, GUYS!?! RIGHT?
So anywhoo, a bunch of us bitches went out to lunch one day and while at a deli hot bar getting cooked chicken, steamed broccoli and other people's sneeze germs, she says, "I love rice, you guys!"
I'm like, "ok, cool. we all do."
She says, "No. I LOVE RICE. I am obsessed with rice."
"huh? like... huh?"
She continues, "I love it! I love to cook it, I love to eat it, if I'm at weddings I always save the rice instead of throwing it! I love it!!!!"
That's weird... right? Who is obsessed with rice??! It's a small white oval!? You really can't get more bland than that. Unless perhaps you're talking about Harriet Miers?
Oh no I didn't!!! BURN!!!
Maybe it's just me.
Or maybe she just liked rice.