Is it just me or is anyone else having trouble getting to LJ?
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In my neighborhood...well, erika would like it. Posturing psuedo thugs as if dealing, custody battles played out complete with cops, and that moronic couple who had a quicky over behind the trees.
Um, my neighborhood isn't that bad. Really. Iffy, maybe. During the daytime, it is more likely little kids shrieking.
Back home with the cat and a little hope. Feeding him one pill kind of was a disaster. Too crumbly. Ended up just sort of wiping off the saliva-melted pill on his gums. Oops. Butter next time.
I have a new boyfriend at the Coffee Bean!
Not just you, Vonnie. It seems to be down.
I have a new boyfriend at the Coffee Bean!
My thoughts immediately go to either: (a) flirtatious toddler who immediately picked up on your world's-best-auntie vibe; (b) cute floppy-eared dog that tried to abandon its owner and follow you home, and lay on the sidewalk looking tragic and tortured as the owner attempted to drag it away in the opposite direction; or (c) skeevy overintrusive barista/too-old customer/random depressing vagrant who glommed onto you and declared an inappropriate amount of love. Because, given the nature of the public coffeehouse, these seem the most likely suspects.
But I'm secretly hoping it's (d) the near-mythical genuinely cute, snarky guy who appreciates purple hair and said exactly the right thing and utterly charmed you and is actually worthy of you.
Did he give you free coffee?
LJ had been back for me, but now seems to be down again.
The more I eat stuff from Trader Joe's, the less likely I think it is that I'll ever actually cook a meal ever again.
Heh. I like how JZ spun out all these intriguing scenarios, and I am focused solely on the potential for free coffee.
I have my priorities.
... Well, Allyson?
The more I eat stuff from Trader Joe's, the less likely I think it is that I'll ever actually cook a meal ever again.
One of us, one of us!