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[sessifet]

Occasionally it's brought home to me that my body is more than just a vehicle designed to move my mind from place A to place B and that is actually an autonomous creature that sometimes has nothing whatsoever to do with my brain or personality. At these times, I am only useful because I can figure out how to reliably get it the stuff it wants.^*

Which means that I have, right at this very moment, the urge to nip down to the supermarket to get paté and enough dead cow to feed a small village. I've currently got my body jumping up and down at me making urgent little puppy noises because it wants paté and dead cow. It would also like to not bother with me actually cooking the cow, just raw will do fine thankyousoveryvery. It's seriously debating just grabbing a shovel and going outside and just hunt down a cow itself. The reason it's not is because it is dark and wet out and cow bashing is probably against at least five laws.

^* Apart from sex. I haven't quite managed that one. Anything else? Not a problem.

Comments

[meijhen.livejournal.com]

It must be that time of the year, or something...the craving for dead cow (mostly in the form of steak) keeps coming up on my friends' list!

[sessifet25.livejournal.com]

Heh. "That time of the year" just gives me an image of LJ as a huge all girls/women student house. (My brain, it scares me.)

[silly-swordsman.livejournal.com]

So... that would be a bloody steak, then.