Oh, just had a Chipotle Burrito in a bowl. So. GOOD!

That's good stuff.

Must be something in the air -- two completely unrelated forums today have mentioned Chipotle Burrito bowls. And now, of course, I must have one. Curse you, peer pressure!

I said, "Hot, gay cowboys, Silly."

Joe and I were watching Spiderman the other day. When he and Green Goblin were on the roof of whatever, and GG was trying to talk him into colaborating. At one point, GG caressed Spidey's face. I mumbled, "I wish I could quit you." I thought Joe wsa going pee himself laughing.

carnitas, green tomatillo and (eep) guac.

Did I say it was good? Because it bears repeating. Yum.

I don't know why wives can be so mean to husbands. The folks I stayed with in DC on the way home...well, let's just say I was extremely uncomfortable to be there. The wife kept harping on the husband that he has too much stuff (everything I saw was hers), drank a LOT, and was just generally verbally abusive. I mean, I know women don't have a lock on being mean, but it seems that husband abuse isn't taken very seriously.

Thank DOG I have a solid metric assload of work to do today, or I'd have a big huge rant on this and related subjects (mostly, what the general public considers an attack on husbands and men vs. the sort of giggly, snide dismissive contempt that so much of the culture actively encourages - and in which some of my meatspace friends indulge, getting huffy at my lack of humor if I don't participate - but that pings me as much crueler and more misandrist than any Berkeley-generated womynist ranting could ever be), with which I would bore all the Bitches silly (and probably make Hec want to flee screaming from my repetitiveness, as I already bored him silly with it on Saturday morning).

Lucky all y'all, spared my runon sentences and stale rantycakes!

Also, before I go back to the metric assload of work, (a) Cashmere = TEH AWESOME, and (b) Fay would make the most ass-kickin' fake Internet girlfriend ever. And probably the most ass-kickin' unfake real-life girlfriend ever too, at that.

Joe and I were watching Spiderman the other day. When he and Green Goblin were on the roof of whatever, and GG was trying to talk him into colaborating. At one point, GG caressed Spidey's face. I mumbled, "I wish I could quit you." I thought Joe wsa going pee himself laughing.

Ah, I love the smell of slash in the morning.

I cannot match the Mexican food recounting, but I can retaliate with the Thai food: red chicken curry, steamed rice, prawn toasts, prawn crackers, a glass of fresh cantaloup juice and a deep fried coconut-coated chocolate icecream, with pineapple.

mmmmmm....

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b) Fay would make the most ass-kickin' fake Internet girlfriend ever. And probably the most ass-kickin' unfake real-life girlfriend ever too, at that.

Go me! Although in truth I seem destined to be the most ass-kickin' maiden aunt ever. Which still occasionally makes me feel like I've had my heart scooped out, but then if I will persist in being reserved and self-conscious, and fail to get my arse down to the gym, then I really don't have room to bitch about it.

Crap! Sorry! Didn't see that little plummet into whineyness coming. We return you to your regularly scheduled perkiness.

Joe and I were watching Spiderman the other day.

As did Chez Zmayhem. Emmett has the wackass notion that Spidey 1 is better than Spidey 2. I rebutted with a clever "Nuh UH!"

Emmett has the wackass notion that Spidey 1 is better than Spidey 2. I rebutted with a clever "Nuh UH!"

@@ While I totally agree with you about which is better, I don't know that either of you actually saw enough of Spidey 2 to offer an informed opinion.

We watched 2 on Sunday and then 1 on Monday. I do not know for why.

Round one with the auditors is over. They are nice gals, I have met 2 of them before. But they are grilling me over one of the processes I use that is outside the company standard and I don't agree with the reasons we use this process, but yet I have to "sell" it. Blarg.

And no lunch offers from them. Double blarg.

Interview~ma for Madam Aimee.

I'm still thrilled I pulled off a B+ on my Econ class. I hated that class with a burning hot passion.