Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
[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.
I'll post something that I think is interesting, funny, or clever (or all three) and the next post is something like my cat just died of cancer, then fell onto my puppy and killed it. And yeah, I feel really bad about it, but a small selfish part of me thinks, "Damn, that post has been lost forever."
I've been there too.
I think it's funny when I bitch about a company on Twitter, I end up getting a reply from the company's representative asking what they can fix. It's weird.
And speaking of completely other things, here's a terrific tribute to the late lamented plus-size magazine Mode! Someone has put scans of issues online. I wish someone would bring this magazine back--it was really terrific.
I think it's funny when I bitch about a company on Twitter, I end up getting a reply from the company's representative asking what they can fix.
It's funny until they @ or DM you more than once about it if you don't reply. (Seventh Generation? PUSHY!)
Bro and SIL shot a wedding in Vermont this weekend. I know one of the things they did was go on a chair lift and then go downhill mountain biking.
I forgot to tell them to hit up The Alchemist but I think they have another wedding up there some time soon.
And I still want some of those apple cider doughnuts you talked about.
So. Fucking. Good. This is us at the cider mill: [link] Dorks.
Oooh, apple cider donuts sound good.
I have new officemates. We are now four people sharing two computers, with no one willing to bring in a laptop. (If the computer situation gets too bad, I'll start bringing in mine, but I really hate typing long things on the laptop.) Also, discussion with new officemates somehow got on the topic of Hurricane Katrina, and one of them says that the reason that New Orleans still has a lot of sections that haven't been rebuilt is that FEMA gave gift cards to each of the survivors to use on rebuilding, and a lot of them spent them on alcohol and pornography instead.
I wonder if I can get through this year by just not talking to anybody, ever.
I would normally want an apple cider donut, but I'm stuffed. We had Mom's clam chowder for dinner along with a pizza that I made with caramelized onions, goat cheese, heirloom tomatoes, and fresh basil. Washed down with elderflower presse, which I was too excited for words to find in the market today.
So. Fucking. Good. This is us at the cider mill: [link]. Dorks.
Yeah, but adorable dorks.
Hate Hil's new officemates.
Love the dorks in Vermont!