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I canapos;t believe Iapos;m roasting a chicken today. Seriously. WTF? The idea of it scares the crap out of me. Iapos;m afraid weapos;re going to die of food poisoning because I did something wrong. Thatapos;s really/probably not going to happen, but Iapos;m just so paranoid about meat. Iapos;ve read a bunch of recipes googled how long to roast a 2kg chicken for, so yapos;know. Iapos;m prepared.

I went out to dinner with my parents sister yesterday as it was my mumapos;s birthday. My mum feels so badly about my lack of potential finances that she bought me the aforementioned chicken, along with her homemade dressing to stuff it with. She also gave me half a pumpkin half an apple pie (keeping the other halves for herself, of course)... With cool whip I didnapos;t check to see if I could actually eat the cool whip (stupid fucking soybean oil edible oil products), but itapos;s the thought that counts, right?

Basically, Iapos;m just throwing everything in the roasting pan with the chicken: potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, parsnips some brussel sprouts. Should be a good enough dinner.

Otherwise, Iapos;ve been procrastinating from writing a paper on Buffy Sainte-Marieapos;s song "Codapos;ine" (I know, right?) by being obsessed with this particular cover of this particular song:



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