Bulgogi. Yumminess on rice. I just learned that I've been saying it wrong for 33 years! It should be pronounced BU-gol-gi, not Bu-GOL-gi. Did you know that? Well then, you learned something today, didn't you?
Still haven't heard from Chef Boyardee. Apparently, flirty emails may or may not work to procure the elusive 2nd date. Hopefully he's just busy, but who knows what the rules are anymore? Chris, my love doctor, tells me to just chill out, and that I'm already thinking about this too much. If that's the case, am I a nutjob? Am I destined to a future of late-night stalkings and spending my free time making gouaches of my victims' photographs?
I'll keep you posted.
posted by Chubby Chick at
9:54 AM
3 Comments:
it's actually BUL-go-gi. and i agree w/dr. luv...you've done you're part, now he's gotta work for you. and btw, you've got me, so if there's two chicks stalking someone or making gouaches, it's less creepy, right?!?
Oopsies! I just know the stuff is yummy!
I can see it now... you and I hunkered down in my squeaky car, drinking coffee, playing the salt game, watching the back door of the cafeteria...
ahhh, the salt game. but only after we indulge on the people cake.
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