The first girl I ever fell in love with just told me she's engaged, and my first reaction was "Oh! How cool. Congrats." Instead of the sound of my heart shattering into a thousand pieces like they always say it is. Go me. Being over people rocks.
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hi-fives to P-C.
Thanks, Lilty. I mean, I guess it helps that it was totally unrequited and we were never anything more than friends. But still. It sure was a Big Deal for a while.
Good going P-C!
The reason I wanted an ice cream maker - because I Know I can reduce the sugar after a little experimentation , without resorting to artifical sweetners. I am glad splenda exsists -- but the minute I found out I had diabetes, I started scurtinizing the sweetners in things - and found it was easy to ratch up the flavor ( ginger, cinnamon, clove, cardamon, citrus rind) so that the sugar wasn't missed. If I have fresh berries - I don't need syrup for pancakes. and If I do use syrup - pure maple - more flavor.
Splenda still tastes like slick ass to me. Basically sugar, but not sugar enough. I'd rather something oversugared than at all Splendaed. It's an instant headache.
I'm like a lab rat with the artificial sweetener. Diet coke--lots. Splenda, mounds of it in my tea and on my Cheerios.
You can have my sweet tooth when my dentist pulls it from my cold, dead mouth. Or probably sooner.
Well, since I don't really have the choice - over sugared will 1) put me to sleep and 2) cause nerve damgae - I had to retrain the taste buds. While I don't love any artifical sweetners, splenda will do in things like diet soda, since soda is such an artifical flavor anyway. other things - I make myself if possible - so I know what sugar is in them.
beth, I'm waiting for the diabetes to hit. It's only a matter of time with these genes anyway. I've transitioned to artificial sweeteners but giving up my carbs and my pastries will wait until my doc says "if you eat this, you will DIE."
Hell, they've told my mother that a thousand times and she still doesn't listen.
So we watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. Funny.
And now I have a full frontal headache threatening to tear my forehead into pieces. Not fun. Must go find Excedrin. And a diet coke.