Alibelle! I'm going to be in LA at the end of the month. Are you?
Yes! I believe so, anyway. Not to jinx us or anything.
...are you sure it wasn't her cat?
Ha. Yes. I have two cats, and my scaredy cat boy cat loves these visits by her. He feels brave when there's solid glass between them, and he flirts shamelessly. If I let her inside, on the other hand, he makes himself incredibly scarce. So maybe he's not as dumb as he sometimes seems.
Hi, Jesse!
I want cookies. Instead, I'm making lemon chicken. Maybe cookies later.
Funnily enough, I called target.com today about a Simply Shabby Chic desk that I really wanted but can't afford or fit in my house, and I put myself on the mailing list to find out when it becomes available again. Because despite being unable to afford or fit it anywhere, I was really irritated that it was on the website and yet unavailable.
All oatmeal cookies should have raisins
Laga is dead to me. Dead.
Laga is dead to me. Dead.
::Joins Laga in Raisin Heaven::
Raisins are evil.
Timelies (I'm still typing timeless every time) and good morning, ya'll. And today, "good morning" means "American Buffistas, if Shir is awake, this might just be the time to go to bed".
I will email!
Cool!
Raisins are gross. Lemon chicken is delicious.
Oprah's Big Give is funny. And dramatic.
I have not watched TV at home in a long time. It seems I haven't missed much. What I got to see at work, though, is the new episode of The Office. Yay, no more strike!
These are just a few of my thoughts.
ETA: Hi, Scrappy!
"[Raisins] used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes."
Alibelle! Hi!
Hi Shir!
I'm watching an old Law and Order: CI episode that has some incredibly huge plot holes. Also, a Jewish character wearing the totally wrong type of clothes and yarmulke for the character. (Law and Order seems to be consistently bad at that sort of stuff. Really, they're filming in New York, they ought to be able to find someone who can tell them whether someone should be wearing a black or colored yarmulke, and whether a t-shirt is OK or not, and stuff like that.)
I like grapes.
I get to see you in 10 hours, Scrappy! Yay! Do you think it's possible for us to arrange it so that we can see each other in 34 hours instead, though? That'd be neat.
Hi, Hil!
Nice to meet you, Shir!
