Willow ,'Storyteller'
[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.
Robin, stay warm and cozy.
Spidra, sorry to hear that people suck.
Aimee and Sean, there's a Polish pastry shop in Santa Monica on Wilshire. I've never been there, but my friends say it's yummers. On second thought, it might be a Polish sausage shop, but I think it's pastry.
New Zealand; California. Exotic place to visit; place that I might actually get to. Hmm. I think you need to stay in California. Unless you want to head north to Alaska. Alaska is good. And after the Bay Area, you might actually think housing prices here are reasonable.
Notice how Toronto never even comes into the picture?
And I got 105, but I think I might have to argue a bit about librarianship and information technology. New Zealand is kind of tempting, but I whine because it takes $500 and a day's travel to visit family now, so I think the additional distance might be a deal-breaker.
In non-travel related news, Episcopalians are so boring. How do we manage to turn Mardi Gras into a pancake supper?
I think I might have to argue a bit about librarianship and information technology
I thought about that, too, and then noticed that "university lecturer" is listed, and, Ding! I won the points prize.
The talk of chocolate (excluding the mint chocolate chip ice cream, b/c I don't understand why people want ice cream that tastes like toothpaste) and Polish sausage is making me hungry.
(excluding the mint chocolate chip ice cream, b/c I don't understand why people want ice cream that tastes like toothpaste)
Because they like to eat ice cream that is the Best Flavor Ice Cream Ever?
Go Toronto, choose Toronto!
Yay the T dot! (what the hip kids are calling it these days. Tee-Ohh is so 80s, I gather)
Because they like to eat ice cream that is the Best Flavor Ice Cream Ever?
All the toothpaste flavored ice cream is yours. ::settles in with a pint of homemade vanilla & choc chip, giggling, "Mine, all mine!"::
Unless you want to head north to Alaska
NORTH to Alaska! Go North, the rush is on...
Uh. Sorry for that Johnny Horton moment.
I totally broke down. I went and got chicken strips and french fries at Wendy's, a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, twizzlers, and cadbury eggs.
Damn steroids.
(it is intersting when you're out with Cass and some guy oggles her ass. on the one hand it's "hey, buddy, eyes back in the sockets" on the other, you sorta can't blame him)My ass has been oggled? Was he cute?
Yay the T dot!I am heading that direction... Does that count for anything?
But T dot? Huh the what?
It's like you reached inside my brain and grabbed every diet pitfall I own.
ETA: Thanks!