Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
(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!
Speaking of the diet thingie, 11 lbs down and fitting into the jeans from last year. 15 lbs to go.
woo! go you!
OK, weird. Woman we were waiting on came back to do stuff, and i thought we had plenty of time. ...because my computer clock was over an hour off. WTF???
not sure when that happened. I think my comptuer is possessed. I thought that anyway, adn then when it was just openeing and closing tabs on its own!
You're still stuck at work, meara? Ah well, I guess I'll see you next time.