WANT. BREAD!
See what you made me do, ita? It's all your fault.
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.
WANT. BREAD!
See what you made me do, ita? It's all your fault.
She's just brutal.
I had no Plans. I lived in London. I felt there was no point.
It's all your fault.
Let's not judge. Why don't we call it my responsibility?
Mmmm, bread.
Amazing how long the evening seems, when you get home at 4:40 instead of 6:40. I've already watched this week's Studio 60 and Veronica Mars, and now I'm watching Frontline. I could make bread! I am doing laundry.
Well, my Plan was basically "run home and hug the cats and hope mom was home and dad got there in time. On his bike."
You are still a taunting meanie.
Then it's your responsibility to make sure I have fresh, hot bread, right now. So, where is it?
So, where is it?
In my kitchen.
Feel free to stop by any time. I'll be leaving to teach in a few, but just hang out by the front door until I get back.
Now I wish I had fresh baked bread. Instead, I had sushi, but it is now gone. ita! If you would make me bread, maybe I would support you. Note I said MAYBE.
The post office just entirely failed to redeliver it, despite the clear instructions on the printout that said to deliver it at the end of the hold period.
Well, that's good, anyway, Suela.
::runs like hell to get to LA before the bread cools off::
I may have sushi tonight also. I have developed into a spoilt little brat who has decent sushi for dinner two, maybe three, times a week.
If you would make me bread, maybe I would support you. Note I said MAYBE.
Do I look like a gambling girl?