08-01-2003, 09:17 PM
I've always hated fish. The smell alone sickens me. I remember one time, I was eating at a restaurant with my mom. She had ordered fish and I had chicken. I've told her numerous times how much I dislike fish. Despite this, she decided to switch the piece of chicken on my fork with fish while I was in the restroom, just to see if I'd like it. I was not happy.
I used to each peas fresh from the garden, though I'm not sure if I would now. But cooked peas... blech! If I must, I'll slowly single out each pea and quarantine it to the side of my plate, so as not to eat one.
Steamed okra with that disgusting goo filling. 'Nuff said.
I really don't know with Cheetos. One time, I had one of those little fun sized bags, and after eating them, I felt like throwing up. I haven't eaten any since.
Spinach on the other hand... mmmmmmmm!
I used to each peas fresh from the garden, though I'm not sure if I would now. But cooked peas... blech! If I must, I'll slowly single out each pea and quarantine it to the side of my plate, so as not to eat one.
Steamed okra with that disgusting goo filling. 'Nuff said.
I really don't know with Cheetos. One time, I had one of those little fun sized bags, and after eating them, I felt like throwing up. I haven't eaten any since.
Spinach on the other hand... mmmmmmmm!
Is grace enough to build a bridge once burned, to fill that which is hollow with the substance of virtue,
Though the wings of a dove have wiped a tear from my eye, my tongue has fanned the flames of transgression,
But love suffers long and rejoices in truth, and this imperfect creation is striving none the less for that which is eternal...
- Hopesfall - The Broken Heart Of A Traitor
Though the wings of a dove have wiped a tear from my eye, my tongue has fanned the flames of transgression,
But love suffers long and rejoices in truth, and this imperfect creation is striving none the less for that which is eternal...
- Hopesfall - The Broken Heart Of A Traitor