there is really nothing, nothing on this earth that neil patrick harris is involved in that i do not love.
really.
it’s like, a physical impossibility.
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the boy and i found an excellent deal on clementines this weekend during our grocery shop and we have been nomming on them consistently all week. they are tiny and sweet and delicious. this is notable for me because on the whole i am not a fan of citrus fruits. i make an exception for lemons (which are fantastic) and apparently clementines as well. grapefruits, all manner of oranges, tangerines and limes (save for cooking) can really just fuck right off because i cannot be bothered with their pulpy issues.
they do nothing for me.
but clementines? oh how delicious they are. maybe it’s a size thing? i like them petite and sweet? but then, how do you explain my unholy lust for lemons? which i will eat simply plain as other folk eat oranges or whatever…
who knows?
and mandarin oranges? i am really not a fan of those at all, so strange…because really, there is practically no fruit i do not love and lust over. i constantly crave and desire fruit. it is refreshing and delicious.
every once in a while, though, something does not please my palette, and it is henceforth useless to me.
like bananas and mangoes.
yick.
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