Ask her for the data on that. I'm sure the national academies will be fascinated.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have bags of Dove Chocolate. They are locked in my desk at school. Bad planning on my part.
Please tell her that the seat of emotions is the insula, and if she thinks that's silly, I'd be happy to remove it and she can tell me how she feels. Of course, she'll also lose motor functions and shit her pants, but I'm sure her heart will step up.
I have bags of Dove Chocolate.
Oooh! The ones with the unintentionally hilarious sayings on the wrappers? We got those at work today! "Promise yourself a smile." "Take time to enjoy the beauty of autumn." "Share your chocolate with a friend."
My co-workers and I decided that we could write WAY better ones. "No, you really ARE that creepy." "Promise yourself a shower." "It's not me; it's you. Seriously."
I made mole sauce tonight. From a kit that made more than a litre of it. That's a lot of mole sauce. There's only one of me! I hope it freezes well.
Anyone have an unused Nook or Kindle still in the box with tags and such? Wanna give it to me?
Ask her for the data on that.
The way she "explained" the biofeedback application was indication enough of her scientific side. She has no idea what it does other than moving the wiggly lines with your breathing. She complained that people reading Kindles before bed was a bad thing, and I had to show her my unbacklit Nook before she understood that the bulk of them were no more lit than a book. She absolutely wasn't going to take my word for it.
Deliveries of mole sauce are accepted all over Buffistaland, I'm pretty sure.
Oh! That reminds me. I'm making hip hop fortune cookies for xmas gifts, since I am poor. You can open one and get, "Success is your only motherfuckin option, failure's not."
Allyson, if I described someone as a stan, what would you think I meant?