Although thanks for the procrastination tools. If you also deliver oreos, I'd be much obliged.
Cookies, huh? Well, I gotta make a grocery-store run soon, as I have no caffeinated products here....
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.
Although thanks for the procrastination tools. If you also deliver oreos, I'd be much obliged.
Cookies, huh? Well, I gotta make a grocery-store run soon, as I have no caffeinated products here....
I have no caffeinated products here....You're in Hell? At least they'll let you go to the grocery store. I hope you don't get stuck behind someone who cheats in the Express Lane. I hear that happens there. A lot.
Fuck. Now I'm nervous. I got a voicemail from my father yesterday that someone had left a message for me at their house, with an 800 number, something about ordering something. So I'm thinking it's, you know, someone who wants me to refinance my student loans or something, but figure I should call back anyway, just to check. Turns out, the number is Neiman Marcus. I can guarantee you I've never ordered anything from them. And the person who called wasn't available! So now I have big identity-theft notions swirling around my head. Ugh.
someone else post something!
Khametz is yummy.
Skipping to whitefont is strange.
My post - a haiku?
[Edit: oh, Jesse, I hope things work out for the best and it turns out being nothing serious.]
Khametz is yummy.
Welcome back to the real world! It has bread in it!
It has bread in it!
And cookies that taste well!
And cereals! And pasta! And pizza! And exclamation points! Though, from all the list, I've only had the bread today. Well, and the exclamation points, obviously.
Nilly! We were worried about you!
We were worried about you!
Because of the bombing on Monday? Or anything else? Either way, I'm fine. And thanks. It's kind of you guys to think of me.
How are you doing, Tom? I'm such a skipper - have you finished all the changes in your apartment?
Nilly-n-bread. OTP!
Jesse, I hope it turns out to be nothing.