Now I want to go to Vortex's house for cocktails.
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Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Now I want cocktails. And ice cream. (But I'm chicken and don't want any more piercings than I have.)
the nose piercing where it's like a bull-hoop-thing,
Ummm, no. Not for me. No, thank you. Yes, the tragus is the little nubbin at the front of your ear.
(But I'm chicken and don't want any more piercings than I have.)
The eyebrow piercing is reminding me of why I tend to go for tattoos over piercings. Less pain on the piercing, but puncture wounds tend to heal slower on me.
Also, I tend to be very against the bull-hoop nose piercing.
Now I want to go to Vortex's house for cocktails.
come on over!
Now I want cocktails. And ice cream.
the more, the merrier!
::contemplates the three flavors of ice cream at home::
::looks at clock::
Too damn long. I may have to stop somewhere on my way home.
The Ferry Building in San Francisco (thank you, Hec, my favorite foodie) has an amazing gelato place. I had Jack Daniels gelato, IIRC.
So yum.
Speaking of which, my lunchtime sandwich was so good it might've cracked my Top 20!
All dark meat turkey sandwich from a Hofbrau. Carcass was almost bare but she stripped that bird down through all it's nooks and joints with the kind of expertise you can only get from standing over a turkey every working day of your life.
Soft roll, mayo, mustard, lettuce, tomato and onion and all that gloriously rich and lustrous dark meat. Mmmmm.
On this diet thingie, I am forced to eat an obscene (for me, Carb Girl, anyway) amount of fruits, veggies and dairy every day. You know, healthy food.
Because of this I have Lactaid fat free milk blended with ice and chocolate syrup every day as an afternoon snack. Not ice cream, alas, but it IS delicious.
Speaking of the diet thingie, 11 lbs down and fitting into the jeans from last year. 15 lbs to go.
I want a scoop of cherry sorbet in a glass of prosecco. Which is why I'm going to the store on the way home. In the alternative, I may be testing out the vodka that I've been infusing with ginger for several weeks. Perhaps a gimlet. So I should get some limes too.
::packs bag and heads to Vortex' condo::
cat~ma askye!
woo hoo! drinks!
Go you Scrappy with the weight loss!