Oh good. I've been crediting you with it for long I couldn't remember if that was accurate. Because really the Chopsticks for Cheetos campaign is a good one.
Cass, you are failing at spamming me.Liar. I am being all kinds of spammy.
Oliver ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
Oh good. I've been crediting you with it for long I couldn't remember if that was accurate. Because really the Chopsticks for Cheetos campaign is a good one.
Cass, you are failing at spamming me.Liar. I am being all kinds of spammy.
I am being all kinds of spammy.
Nuh uh.
Cheetos with chopsticks is the most brilliant idea ever.
Burrell just came over and we slounged around and talked about Allyson's book. So. Very. Cool.
Cheetos with chopsticks IS smart. Though I only have those 100 calorie packs, so it might be a lot of work fo rjust a few cheetos...hmm.
Why are we eating Cheetos with chopsticks?
Also, why are we eating Cheetos?
I managed my errands (although I bought the wrong Bluetooth headset) and watched tennis. I reclined away most of a migraine and am now having phone anxiety.
Which is so not me.
Shortly before cancelling his krav membership one of the students asked me if I was seeing someone. Of course I said yes, and he was all oh-darn-it-shoulda-asked-earlier. As if I'd have been any less falsely spoken for then.
He's a nice guy. I like him and don't want to be mean or anything. I just don't know how to phrase my complete and utter reluctance to see anyone right. I don't know him well enough to want to talk about the headaches. So I've been continually forgetting to call him, and I feel like a shithead for it.
I know there are women who can recuse themselves gracefully. Never been one of those.
Meanwhile I'm giving advice to 17 year old girls on how to get a guy to stop dead in his linoleum-looking-at tracks. Except for her it's easy. She just needs to whip out a picture of Instructor B and call him her ad hoc big brother or even a crush. Because the only picture Instructor B allows us to show of him involves a fair amount of blood and no little amount of snarling.
I just wish I could use it myself.
I am my own three stooges act. Watch me trip over my own two feet and kick a can of paint all over a hardwood floor. Watch me run around my house with a bag on my foot trying to find rags to clean up the paint! Oy vey!
I bought the book, and read the book, sticking in notes about "you met her in RI" "this is the Krav person. No, I do not know her last name" "I was at that!" The book is going to my mother as a birthday gift. She already read the Haunted Ballad books, so we've got a history of stuff written by my invisible friends.
My little contribution to the legitimizing of fandom.
Good book, too.
My mother is stoked that we are in it, and she covets ita's martial arts background.
Oh yes. "Random Acts of Paypal" made me tear up, and books very rarely manage that. It's now finished and resting in my bookcase between Douglas Adams and Suzette Hayden Elgin.
Why are we eating Cheetos with chopsticks?Because your fingers won't get all orangified!
Also, why are we eating Cheetos?This is harder to explain. I wanted orange food?
I am my own three stooges act.Is the paint cleaned up now? Are you okay? Did you catch this on film?
(Yes, I know, people want to bubblewrap me.)