I am Jell-o.
It has been snowing in downtown Vancouver for more than 24 hours straight, and it doesn’t look as though it will cease anytime soon. I can’t say I mind because these are the kind of days I live for. The days of guilt-free pajama wearing all afternoon, cookie baking and a general lack of productivity. Though truth be told, I have been somewhat active today. I walked in the snow to get supplies to bake chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, as well as pick up Christmas cards. The cookies are done, a bath is awaiting me and I’ll write up my cards soon after that. The Christmas baking comes next Sunday.
That aside, I have also spent a great deal of time thinking this afternoon. Some of you are loyal readers to my blog. When I say some, I mean about two because I doubt my readership is in the double digits. Regardless, it doesn’t matter who does or doesn’t read my blog. But those of you that have know that I’ve put a great deal of effort into thinking and writing about “D” over the last couple of months, but you’d all have to be complete idiots to not know I’m referring to Dylan. Thinking that seeing him once more would bring me closure was theoretically ideal, but completely ridiculous. He’s been someone that’s been on my mind for nearly four years now and he continues to be on my mind. Right now he’s in Hawaii in the sun and I’m here in the snow and I have no clue if he’s thinking about me. Truth be told, I have nothing to lose so I couldn’t care less who sees this blog entry. I wish this Christmas would be special…and magical. I’d love to spend more time with him, walk in the snow with him, have a snowball fight with him. It really doesn’t matter. The point is that I miss him when he’s not here and I’m beyond happy when he is. True, maybe he doesn’t see it that way, but to me it’s the real deal.
Besides, even if Dylan wasn’t in the picture at all, what’s the point in investing myself in any way with that other dude as anything other than his friend? Because let’s face it: Jell-o could never be Creme Brullee.
Mariah Carey - All I Want For Christmas Is You
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…to me you’ll always be more than just jell-o…
I like being Jell-o. There is nothing wrong with Jell-o. Jell-o doesn’t have a hard exterior and you know what you’re getting because you can see right into Jell-o. Jell-o may be simple and less complex than Creme Brullee, but it’s still just as sweet and won’t cost you nearly as much. Jell-o is comfortable. I’d never want to be Creme Brullee.
…are you calling yourself cheap?
“D” is a man?!
Wha-?
But…
Za!
Alright, I gotta start re-reading these…
~Randy Andy
but creme brullee could never be a shooter. wrap that around your brain, HMM.
HAHAH, I know exactly what you mean…
and it makes me smile that you choose jello. (I mean really you are a delicious strawberry jello put into the prettiest ever porcelain dishes…) but jello is just so much more fun than creme brulee, it so much easier to get right. Creme brulee has a really hard time living up to its name, and really the best part is really just the carmelized sugar on top!
I love Jello, and I love you.
Yay for Vancity getting snow just like calgary!! Now alls you need is to drop about 30 degrees and you’d be livin’ the C life.
and… brock I’m pretty sure creme brulee COULD be a shooter!
last month I had a black forrest cake shooter, so why not?
Mmm, P.s if anyone ever gets a chance to have a black forrest cake shooter, you’d be the happiest customer ever! Soooo good.
Please…no talk of alcohol or shooters this morning.
I beg of you.