Gunn ,'Power Play'
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.
I fail to see how my link to the restaurant that served penises wasn't cool.
Walked to krav to pick up my car. I hope I don't get thrown out of LA for that.
Stayed to watch the end of the black belt test, which was weird as all hell. But I can compartmentalise my bitterness and still sincerely hope they got to show their goods in the best possible light.
I think it is my bedtime now.
I fail to see how my link to the restaurant that served penises wasn't cool.
If you read 'served' as 'severed' then it becomes easier to make out.
Whoa...big thunderstorm happening. Lightning, thunder.... it pretty much rocks.
It rocks twice.
Mhmm agreed bt, talk about a major case of... seperation anxiety! (I think I missed my vaudville calling...)
I'd be more worried about a restaurant that cooked and sold penises still attached, but maybe that's a chick's way of looking at things.
Spent much time at the black belt test today yelling "His groin is open! No, seriously! Grab it right now! Oy."
They never listen. Then again, neither did I.
Okay. Bed.
Was the creepy restaurant thing a geoduck? I haven't clicked on any links. I just wanted to say thanks for all the nice birthday wishes. Thanks!
Were they digital pictures? Because I really think you should share.
There were, but not on our camera. But there shouldn't be a big time lag before my cake shame is visible to all.
I have to say the reversal in confidence was huge. Because the top layer of the cake was almost perfect. Unbroken except for one little chunk. And the chocolate icing looked smooth and delicious as I poured it on and then....and then...the center would not hold. Nor the sides. It was tectonic. It was an avalanche of cake in all directions. Three out of four quadrants calved off like icebergs off a glacier.
brenda, Matilda ate her cake and enjoyed it and didn't go headfirst into it. She was a relatively dainty eater. A little bit of mess, but nothing epic. She liked it though.
The truth is out. They come from Detroit. [link]
Okay. I am done.
Are you happy now, disreputable nonprofit, making me do extensive work to illustrate how not disreputable I am? Because I did. So screw you and your disreputableness and your screwing over people that need your help. Screw you with your greedy, corrupt, selfish absconding with funds intended for long-term, life-changing, community-restoring programs for people who really need them. Screw you and your giant fiberglass roosters.
The cost of one of your giant fiberglass roosters probably could have paid for my whole annual program budget.
But it doesn't matter, because I finished my federal paperwork, proving that I am a publicly supported nonprofit and can continue to operate as such, and by so doing provide music education and recording services to talented young Navajo and Apache students and build relationships with them to live out love to them, so in your face, disreputable nonprofit!
And it didn't even take me until midnight. So I have an hour to bop around the internet and watch television if I want to.