The road to paradise is paved in caramel.
Which, I guess, is why it's hard to get to. What with getting stuck and all.
Oh, I get it. You just don't like who did the rescuing, that's all. Wishin' I was your boyfriend what's-his-height. Oh wait, he's run off.
Spike ,'Potential'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
§ ita § - Nov 17, 2005 9:26:56 pm PST #5175 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Aims - Nov 17, 2005 9:27:15 pm PST #5176 of 10006
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aimée, you might want to take a look at House of Blues Concerts. They're often looking for accountants and/or box office managers. I can even prep you so you know what terms to drop in your cover letter and/or interviews.
ray of hope
Really? I will do that. Thank you so much!
Lee - Nov 17, 2005 9:27:37 pm PST #5177 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Polgara, here's the recipe: [link]
Aims - Nov 17, 2005 9:28:58 pm PST #5178 of 10006
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The road to paradise is paved in caramel.
Which, I guess, is why it's hard to get to. What with getting stuck and all
So in all those nightmares where I'm trying to run and run and run and I can't mov, I'm on the road to paradise???
"There was no fear, there was no pain..."
Polgara - Nov 17, 2005 9:30:25 pm PST #5179 of 10006
Karma is a cat, sleeping in my lap cuz it loves me. ~TS
It's the sleepy poppy field blocking you from the Emerald City, only way more yummy.
Polgara - Nov 17, 2005 9:32:45 pm PST #5180 of 10006
Karma is a cat, sleeping in my lap cuz it loves me. ~TS
Looks yummy! Sadly, I don't cook. Caramel may be worth ten grand to me, but it's not worth actually assembling it.
Lee - Nov 17, 2005 9:33:44 pm PST #5181 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hmmm.
P.M. Marc - Nov 17, 2005 9:34:30 pm PST #5182 of 10006
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I actually hit a point where I was sick of caramel for two days after I made a batch earlier this month.
I didn't think that was physically possible.
Lee - Nov 17, 2005 9:35:26 pm PST #5183 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I have to give most of it away when I make it.
Allyson - Nov 17, 2005 9:35:28 pm PST #5184 of 10006
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
For those unaware, Polgara has a....thing about caramel. It's like how lori feels about assembling IKEA furniture.