Bookstores that make my literary panties wet: [link]
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Gay Marriage in the 1930s. (not really)
Ugh, I cannot get moving this morning. I still haven't started working! I am depressed by the forecast (high of 60 and rainy every day for the foreseeable future), even though I'm leaving town on Thursday. I am tired, after going to a really nice vocal recital last night and then staying up too late.
In short: waaaah.
he had like 25 minutes left in the dryer and then another 50 minutes or whatever for the load I took out of the washer
You are not responsible for the gap between washer and dryer. Seriously. I'd give him a little more time to move from one to the other, but you don't dibs a dryer by using a washer. That's not fair.
I cannot decide what is breakfast this morning. Time to go stare at the display in the cafe.
I feel like a first-century Roman who just had someone pull her aside and say quietly, "You know, I think I can trust you. How well do you know the catacombs?"
Can I just say how much I love this metaphor, and that I have friends that use and understand them?
I'd give him a little more time to move from one to the other, but you don't dibs a dryer by using a washer.
Oh, I think you do, when there's only one of each machine. Eh, it was fine, although I still have another load to do tonight, but luckily, it's the stuff I don't dry.
The curry I had for lunch was disappointingly bland.
I think you do, when there's only one of each machine
But what if he's not gonna use the dryer? Or if you only want a dryer? That's not fair. I dis-allow that rule.
Boring cinammon raisin bagel toasted with butter.
I have a smidge of milk left, so I could either barely wet my cereal or make another cappucino.
Coffee wins!
So I scrambled an oeuf with diced ham and cheese and made a sandwich on wheat toast. Satisfying and filling.
Bookstores that make my literary panties wet:
Those all look amazing but the stairway in the Portugese bookstore was particularly stunning.
If I had bajillions I'd want to own a big rambly book/comics/media store.
Of course, first I'd buy Jilli her own Goblin Market with adjoining tea room and a wicked little croquet pitch in the back.
I'm having a health-food version of a buffalo chicken sandwich for lunch -- same breaded patty, same buffalo sauce and blue cheese dressing, but the roll is whole wheat, and the sides are celery and carrots! Diet food.