Durian fruit tastes good, though, doesn't it? (I've never had it.)
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When I lived in Malaysia, there was a shop selling durian fruit a street over. Speaking of stinky fruit trees.
Ooo! Vomit custard fruit!
My stomach is curdling at the very thought.
I'm just thankful that all the greenery around my complex wards off the delightful eau de drogué vomissant sur le trottoir from the rehab center next door.
On that happy note, must get cleaned up so I can go out for a bacon, avocado, and tomato sandwich.
Durian fruit tastes good, though, doesn't it?
It tastes like custard with vomit extract.
It may be better if it's fresher, or if one has a less sensitive nose than I have, but I've heard mixed reports. It is, however, the worst thing I ever put in my mouth.
Yup, vomit custard fruit. When I was a kid, my granny described the smell as 'unwashed lady parts'. I think it's more of a clogged drains kind of an odour myself.
It tastes kind of like honeyed custard, but still fruity. It's supposed to be one of those 'love it or loathe it' things, but the few times I had it I was distinctly meh about the whole thing.
I have no stinkfruit stories.
On her way home from her supercool new haircut yesterday, JZ found a pair of two-tone pink and black Converse sneakers in a discount bin in my size (12)!
She's the best wife ever.
Okay, that's a great haircut. t envies
I had a very girly day yesterday. Got my hair cut and colored (magenta again, yay!), got new glasses, very hip with purple frames, and I had a pedicure. And then I lounged around the house in jeans and a headband. I'm so glamorous.
I haven't even changed out of my pyjamas yet today, although I have read the paper and eaten breakfast.
I'm so glamorous.
I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You've ascended the glamour curve like it's a rock climbing exercise, zooming ever upward over the last several years. There is no other way to note it but to say you are quite the chic hipster these days.
I changed out of my pyjamas, so I could go have breakfast at Hobie's. Now I feel as though I need to change back into them so I can loll about my apartment properly while I wait to no longer be too full to move.
What did you have, Perkins?
I'm actually chilly today. Went and had breakfast now I have to finish an application and fix a resume.