A cherry muffin sounds like THE PERFECT FOOD suddenly.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I WANT VORTEX'S CHERRY MUFFINS!
cant. stop. giggling.
I WANT VORTEX'S CHERRY MUFFINS!
MEE TOOOOO!!!!
Some nice person-stranger gave me yesterday some cherries when we wait at the same bus stop, and we started talking.
Giving stuff like this, I don't get the whole "don't talk/don't take food from strangers". Do I know in person the guys who make the food in the supermarket? No. And yet, I trust them not to poison me. With the same judgement, I think I can decide with whom do I want to talk and share food, and who I wanna shoot to protect mankind.
Middle school sucks. Mostly because of middleschoolers.
True dat. And I say that as a (now former) middle school teacher.
Today was our last day. Broke up a fight between 2 7th grade girls (they fight dirty, boyo). Said goodbye to kids and some coworkers. Avoided the "goodbye, we'll miss you party" because I couldn't stomach the hypocrisy. Instead I went out to lunch with my co-teacher and one of our students. Much nicer.
Still don't have a job for the fall and that just sucks.
I WANT VORTEX'S CHERRY MUFFINS!
Who doesn't?? Seriously, they sound yum!
Hey! It's Dark Phoenix Day!
Happy Dark Phoenix Day!
so... I'm pretty sure that when I left the 9 ginger ale bottles they were in a jumble on the counter. Now they're in the shape of a triangle. Would everyone please reassure me I must have done that absentmindedly and there's no way a ghost did it?
ALIENS! (no ghosts)
it's not a perfect triangle. Somehow I find that reassuring.