OK. I have ravioli with something tomatoey and vaguely sauce-like on top. I hereby declare dinner a success.
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ooooh. I love that pixie tattoo.
And These are my favorite fairy designs...though I'm not much for fairies in general.
I'm pretty sure I couldn't pull off dressing like one...unless it was the famous 'butternut squash' fairy.
So I left a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke, unopened, in the freezer about 22 hours ago.
More as things develop.
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But I LIKE Amy Brown!
Her name is Amy!!
Kristin, a tattoo for you: [link]
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Dear Brain,
1. Don't skip breakfast.
2. If you do skip breakfast, don't skip lunch.
3. If you do skip breakfast and lunch, do not get cranky when you have a headache by the time you get home. You've earned it, dumbass.
No Love,
Body
P.S. if you think that lean pocket you just snarfed down is going to make it all better, you're mistaken.
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Now eat something with real food in it. And then drink a glass of water. And then I will stop pestering you.
Bottle did not explode. Now gently warming in warm water in sink.
P.S. if you think that lean pocket you just snarfed down is going to make it all better, you're mistaken.
Ah, I see I'm not the only one who resorts to the old even-though-I'm-famished-and-about-to-pass-out-the-Lean-Pocket-will-save-me trick.
My groceries got here! And, eggplant was out of stock, so I didn't get that -- there goes the eggplant pepper dip I was planning for tomorrow's lunch. Also, wheat gluten flour was out of stock, and that wheat gluten flour was the main reason I bought from safeway.com in the first place -- I need it for a recipe, and safeway.com seemed to be the only place in the city that had it. Except, not.
Also, they gave me tangerines instead of clementines. Boo.
Now eat something with real food in it. And then drink a glass of water. And then I will stop pestering you.
I had cranberry juice mixed with club soda and brewed myself some decaf coffee. Does that count?
Stop looking at me like that.
Ah, I see I'm not the only one who resorts to the old even-though-I'm-famished-and-about-to-pass-out-the-Lean-Pocket-will-save-me trick.
Ah yes. It is a time-honored tradition amongst the slacker-eaters.