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Wednesday, February 12, 2003
There are many rational reasons to be annoyed by my father (for example, the infuriating way his nose is always in everyone else's food and eating habits, like a vulture waiting for a half-picked corpse), but right now I'm fixated on an irrational one, namely, the way he says "fixin's". As in, "We can't have salad, we don't have any fixin's."
It makes me crazy. Fixin's. Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:14 PM | shower me with attention
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