Death by delicious ice cream. . . there are many worse scenarios.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The odd cravings thing is about pica, isn't it? Caused by nutrient deficiency?
Laura, from what I understand, weird cravings during pregnancy can be an early warning sign for certain vitamin and nutrient deficiencies.
Man, I miss Graeters.
But I already didn't care about my health today by having a second serving of yogurt pasta for lunch. Admittedly I had Kashi wheat cereal for breakfast and the pasta was whole grain, but still I clearly want to die because I enjoyed my meal.
That coworker can go suck it.
Mmm, Graeters.
"Do you know how many points is in that" ... My response would be a snarky "I'm guessing so many, it will be for the win, because this shit tastes GOOOoooooOODD!!!!!" But hey, that's just me.
Smonster, welcome to show biz. Hurry up & wait. And then "OMG OMG OMG we gotta get this before ____ happens, QUICKLY PEOPLE!!!!!"
That nosy and rude woman in Steph's lunchroom is the reason I hate eating ANYTHING around people who aren't my actual friends (who know better than comment on stuff like that).
Believe it or not, the comments are even *worse* when you're choosing *not* to eat what everyone else is eating. Other than "that looks delicious!" and those sorts of rapturous comments, I don't want to hear it. I am super touchy about it and turn into a bitca immediately.
"Do you know how many points is in that" would earn a terse "do you realize how rude it is to comment on my food choices?"
The people in the office I worked in several years ago were pretty bad about commenting on people's food choices, or else I was just finally noticing how rude that is, because it drove me up the wall. I remember one morning meeting where there was a platter with muffins, bagels, etc. that nobody was touching, so my boss pushed the platter over to me and said, "Oh, give that to Kate, she'll eat anything!"
@@ !!!!!!
Seriously! So then I felt like I had to take a muffin in order to prove that it was OK to eat a fucking muffin (whitey!), even though I actually wasn't even hungry. Ridiculous.
I have walked up to co-workers and pointed at their food and said "Oh my! Look at your food!" And then I pause and say "Don't you hate it when people talk about what you're eating? It's so rude."
I figure I've done my pro-active job. They've been warned.
You can ask me questions about it, if you're interested, but no proclamations or deductions, please. Keep those silent.