03 December 2008

Girl. I had to confess.


I don't really have anything to say for myself. I hope you enjoy. 

6 comments:

caits said...

Julie Oldroyd, you have stolen my heart and soul. You had me at hello, or at "this is for you and your maggot granola bar." either or.
I DIED through this, for a few reasons; 1. I know just how painful it is not to look at yourself while recording, and how the only way to cope with this fact is by looking up. 2. Was that? Yes, I do believe I could here our friend Lenny in the background, and is it creepy that without looking I know that that is track 2 on my finals mix? 3. My favorite part of this is how much you consciously thought through this process of pie eating. Because, it is all too familiar, not the moldy pie facto- but how some people just "find" themselves in awkward and ridiculous situations, and then there are gals like us, who consciously think ourselves into them.

Marti said...

LOL! OK girl, you NEVER get to put your nose up at some of the things that I eat which are not even CLOSE to mold or maggots!

I can't believe it. This is the girl who is the taste and sniff QUEEN of everything edible or drinkable.

I hope this confession has adequately humbled you.

Jules Oldroyd said...

... it was pie. Hard to resist, even if maybe not mold free...

Uncle Bob said...

Cute. We look forward to fresh hot apple pie @ Christmas with you and Cait you deserve a good treat too!

Annie said...

i couldn't be happier for this post - my two bests. also a little worried that i'm next in some sort of trio of funky grotesque food encounters. do you know what this day marks? 17.

shalene said...

Oh Jules. Boof.