I want to run into the arena in a cloud of doves.
Yeah, learn from my experience. The doves never quite behave the way you'd expect, you'll feel really guilty if you land on one, and no laundry bill will get the lining of your coat back to the way it was.
The dog is breakfasting on minestrone, because I forgot to pick up chow last night. I have a feeling I'll be kind of glad to head off to work, because even a tiny bit of pasta turns her all crazy.
She's not complaining, that's for sure. There's some spice or something in it that's had her panting after it since I made it. Weirdo.
As long as I can stay in the game, I don't care if I don't play well. Well, not all games; some of them I get very miffed if I don't play well. But not the physical ones.
Ooh, me too. Especially something that seems as chaotic as lazer tag. Not that I've played it. But I'm still traumatized from volleyball in high school gym, where it was painfully obvious every time I failed to hit the ball in an effective manner.
Thief:
Okay, now both the women characters are dead.
That's no fun.
I had the same thought, ita. Also, that
explains why I had no idea Linda Hamilton was on the show. I have to say, though, in general I'd rather have no female characters than poorly developed/appendage-only female characters. Not that that was happening on Thief, just in general.
What I'm saying is,
I'm OK with all dudes. Plus a teenager.
You know -- it's true and somehow it didn't even bother me. (About Thief, I mean.)