I am a sad sad creature who just had cake mix for lunch.
'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
I am a sad sad creature who just had cake mix for lunch.
Dude. Just the mix? Nothing to go with that would make it, well, cakey?
That is kind of desperate, Brenda. Not that I'm judging.
What looks good in movies these days?
Sideways, Million Dollar Baby, or Constantine would get my votes. A friend dragged me to Phantom the other night, which was terribly overwrought and cheesy, but lots of fun anyway. Angst! Chandeliers! Cleavage!
Well, mixed, of course. Not the powder. But I made cupcakes last night for my dad and had some leftovers.
eta: And it was gooood.
PopTarts:
I am a sad sad creature who just had cake mix for lunch
What, no canned icing?! (You did actually make the mix into batter, right?)
Susan, what kind of films does Dylan like?
Hmm. DH is really anti-Million Dollar Baby, and none of the others grab me.
Maybe we should forget the movie and just go for a really fantabulous dinner.
That reminds me of Educating Rita
"A tree landing on a man is not a tragedy.
"It is if you're the poor sod under the tree, isn't it?"
(I went to a chandeliers hitting cleavage place, is why)