I live in the fucking ghetto. Someone just shot off a gun many times just now. Not the best way to ring in 2005 in my neighborhood.
(On the plus side, I can hear fireworks, too. And yes, I can tell the difference between guns and fireworks.)
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I live in the fucking ghetto. Someone just shot off a gun many times just now. Not the best way to ring in 2005 in my neighborhood.
(On the plus side, I can hear fireworks, too. And yes, I can tell the difference between guns and fireworks.)
Happy new year to the East Coasters!
I want some of Lee's brownies.
I overcooked them a little, but they are still pretty good.
HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Four words: James. van. der. Beek.
No shit. There is big foreheads, then there is foreheads that are larger than ever possible. Add to it bad eyebrows.
James Van Der Beek may be pushing the forehead thing. I hope to never meet him in person. I am from a tribe of large foreheads, but he is obviously our lord and master.
Parents are at LAX. I miss them, in a really-glad-to-have-my-place-back way. I think I'm too crazy to even be a cat lady.
I am glad you had a good visit with the parents, but one important question remains, ita.
Did they bring us you any tamarind balls?
you are kind of crazy. But we love you anyway, ita.
I'm too distracted even to knit. AM COLD. Stupid dryer outside with the back door open.
Did they bring us you any tamarind balls?
or beef patties?
While not a crazy cat lady, I suppose I can do a good imitation of a crazy Jamaican-food-hoarding lady.
Pretty damned good.
I have eaten most of the patties, but there are enough tamarind balls to share with gusto. Also ackee and saltfish, if I read my fridge right.
I feel a need to clean again from top to toe, so everything is in the place where I put it, and it smells like my house, not like their house (I'm not sure how that worked).
HOWEVER, what I'm going to do is pour myself a glass of the sorrell my mother kindly made, spike it with the good rum, and lie around smiling.
it worked like this: there were two of them and one of you. There smells outnumbered yours.
Aw, you're holding out on me with patties. Am hurt.
First my friend S* held out on tamales and now this.
sniff.