Not so fast there, girlie.
You can fight me too. I don't want to seem exclusionary.
Buffy ,'End of Days'
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.
Not so fast there, girlie.
You can fight me too. I don't want to seem exclusionary.
Hmm.
Pros: I'm closer to MN.
Cons: I'm askeert of you.
What do I want for lunch today?
Last night I had dinner at a Russian restaurant. The highlight of the meal was pumpkin vareniky - dumplings, more or less, seasoned with cumin and dusted with cinnamon. Fabulous. Also herring and borscht.
Mmmm.
Just had lunch at a Beacon Hill Italian place called Grotto.
Started with a garlic parmesan soup with toasted bread crumbs and a drizzle of pesto on top.
Followed it up with a mushroom risotto with roasted tomatoes, Reggiano and asparagus. I am now stuffed and eagerly awaiting the food coma.
Heh, accidental food porn x-posting.
Oh, and he's kind of geeky, in the cute way. Knows all the words to most of the 80s songs being piped over the sound system in the office.
I may have a small crush on him, in the "Handsome man. Saved me from the pain" sort of way, but I'm generous enough to share.
I don't know about lunch yet, but my dinner will be sushi, omakase style. I'm a little scared.
Okay, I can't compete with the food porn, though I *am* eating strawberries that, given the time of year, must surely be hothouse strawberries, which normally have NO flavor, but they are really really good.
I hate the world.
D'oh. So the stupid people didn't get smarter overnight, then?
My day has been odd. I got to work at a decent time, even though the roads weren't in great condition. I nabbed the last chocolate-filled donut in the break room. My work load is insane, but I'm too emotionally vacant to care, so it'll get done or it won't. I look out the window one minute, it's a blizzard; I look out the window the next minute, it's blue skies and sunshine.
It's kind of like being stuck inside a cubicle snow globe.
I had frozen raviolis for lunch. They were were okay, but not by any stretch of the imagination porn.
(Uh-oh, shrift is onto the snowglobe)
I am eating half-price chocolate while drinking Diet Coke. It all works out, right?
And I continue to be amazed that my boss thinks I'm doing a decent job, since I feel like I (a) screw around too much, and (b) have not written a single inspired sentence since I've worked here. There is something to be said for taking a job below your experience, I guess.