Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Taylor Swift is on my radio telling me that the boy I love at 15 might not be my true love.
More importantly, she informs me that if I sleep with someone, and he is not my true love, I am Doomed Forever. Becuase I am Ruined, and have Given Away All My Goods.
I'm going to be making leek and cauliflower soup on tuesday. But this time I will open the kitchen windows and set up a fan, because last time I was smelling the leeks all over the house for weeks. And I hate stale onion smell. Gack. It smells like stale sweat. Occasionally, I get a whiff of it in the bedroom, and I'm pretty sure it is the cabinets around the radiator. One of these days, I'm going to go in with ammonia and clean everything I can reach. I vacuumed it out when I moved in (OMG, the CRAP that was back there: old carpet fluff, plaster from where the old windows leaked and it fell off, old wallpaper, random dirt...) but it needs a scrubdown, I think. At some point, I probably need to yank out the cabinets, repair the wall surface and then put cabinets back in (but with more doors, so the entire thing is accessible) but that's a someday. I'd love to use that space and right now I don't.
More importantly, she informs me that if I sleep with someone, and he is not my true love, I am Doomed Forever. Becuase I am Ruined, and have Given Away All My Goods.
Yep. Apparently your hymen is all that you have.
More importantly, she informs me that if I sleep with someone, and he is not my true love, I am Doomed Forever. Becuase I am Ruined, and have Given Away All My Goods.
All of them? Damn, you got busay!
I think that only applies if the only thing you have to offer is your virginity. Most people can rely on some combination of personality, brains, and/or talent in addition.
But having seen Valentine's Day, I can understand why Taylor might be worried.
And this is why I'm glad for American Idol -- the people who "make it" after being on there can actually sing.
Sigh. Friend is now meeting me at 11. Stupid theatre types and thier all-nighter ways.
How did you answer?
Hil, I told him the truth. Yeah, it's a dead animal and we eat dead animals. He's starting to figure out the connection between the cows, chickens and pigs being things that we are going to eat.
He's also getting kind of obsessive about people and dying. Not sure where all this is coming from or how to handle it.
Oh, I just a brilliant (but cheap) idea. See, my main roof downspout is attached to a length of pvc that runs across the basement porch and then the water falls 3-4 feet and drains (eventually) into the alley. I should get a short rainbarrel with an overflow drain and hose attached, and store my rainwater. 1. It might allow me to finally kill off my postage stamp back yard and start over with less weedy shit(it gets plenty hydrated); 2. Not worry about the way the water pools (the back porch is already kinda a mess, don't want to add to it and my rear deck supports are in the dirt there) and 3: brown water outside for cleaning catboxes and cars and the like. I *think* I have a working water line in the garage, but it doesn't have a handle, and I haven't been in there since I bugbombed it back late summer (and OMG, the THINGS that came crawling out.)
House likes carrots.
Cash, I think it is a developmental thing. I remember a lot of kids I nannied and the nephews honing in on the mortality thing about that age.