Pumpkin cookies are in, house smells awesome, and Jill Scott is making me want to attack my bf when he walks through the door.
Studies show that the smell of pumpkin and vanilla that hits him in the face when he walks in the door should turn him into a ravening sexbeast.
Shall I sacrifice for science?!
Sacrifice what, pray tell?
Verne writes a letter to Poe: [link]
I so need a hat for the walk back from the pool. 30F with gusts up to 35 mph. Wet hair. Brrr.
Who carries a semi-automatic weapon to sell pirated CDs???
ION, the woman hiding in the guy's apartment video is almost certainly some kind of viral marketing thing - I couldn't get to the original site earlier, but now that it's no longer slashdotted, the "blog" is hosted by an apartment search engine. [link]
Who carries a semi-automatic weapon to sell pirated CDs???
A guy who doesn't have the latest Twilight movie.
I've maybe read two books this year. I simply don't have time. I've listened to a number of audiobooks while commuting though. My reading time got replaced with writing time.