Meeting the Buffistas was fun. and I admit that Plei confused me. I was so used to the intensity of her discussion about the shows that I couldn't make the pictures match. However, the more I saw of her, the more the pictures match. so much depends on where you focus. and I gotta say - 3-d living Buffistas - good, if intense.
and in beth's face news, ( which I know you are all waiting for the next installment) the drugs are kicking in , which means I have energy. I keep makeing plans for the am - as if I was going to be full of energy then. I did the dishes, but somehow I feel that it is unlawful to vaccum after dark. even if there is a light on it.
WHY did I click on that link!
BRAIN. BLEACH.
I don't remember if I told you, Hil, but HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!
tell people at restaurants that I'm vegetarian.
Sono vegetariana.
You'll actually do quite well in terms of food. Many dishes are vegetarian without consciously choosing to be. It shouldn't be hard at all to navigate those waters. Key words that should send up red flags are carne, prosciutto, carne di maiale, vitello, pollo, capra, crapetto, coniglio, bistecca, braciola, and ossobuco.
edited my vegetarian translation for gender. Hil is most certainly not male.
I 'm guessing that this is not the person I wish to take care of my cat, dead or alive. ( in response to ND)
I got into such trouble the last time I touched on either of the two topics so neatly combined into one by your link, ND, that I'm just going to have to move on.
Move on.
But, man, people are weird as all hell.
Thanks, Maria!
Sono vegetariano. OK. Doesn't sound too difficult.
Change the "o" in vegetariano to an "a" -- vegetariana -- and you're good to go. I neglected to make the gender change before.
I hope you're feeling better, ita.
Good god, ND's links are worse than ita's.
Why did I click? Then why did I read? And, finally, why did I read the whole thing? So disturbing.
Why did I click? Then why did I read? And, finally, why did I read the whole thing?
Because subconsciously you were dying to imprint those impressions on your brain? Eh. I'll go with the car-wreck theory instead. We just couldn't avert our eyes. It was a powerful compulsion.
Bad subconscious, no biscuit. Frakin' thing messes me up all the time.
