For some reason my reaction to that bracelet is Schwegmann's is gone? And then I realise I have no idea if that means anything to me or not. I may need sleep.
My mother...is the dearest woman on earth. You don't even know. Between her bad Spanish accent and her broken French, and her recipes that include things like "buy twice as much ginger as you're going to use and then save the rest for when you have a stomachache" I'm just filled with the Mamita love right now.
I knew I forgot something!!
Happy birthday, Typo!!
Mmmm, warm brownies with whipped cream. I am suddenly much more in charity with the world.
I don't know what to make for dinner. Tacos, maybe, or black bean and squash chili, but that seems like a lot of work for how tired I am. I'd make larb, but I won't have fresh basil until my groceries arrive.
Got the official word on my salary for next year. So that was nice.
I should not have got into bed with my laptop, you guys. I'm not sure how to get myself into the kitchen where the food is.
I have sorrel going in the crockpot. I can't wait until the apartment is suffused with the smell.
This may be the test batch, and then I'll make another one for bon on the weekend. And she damned well better like it. Or...or I'll just drink the whole thing. That'll show her.
My mother is love, seriously. I mean, except for the part where she's as scary as fuck.
JESSE. You called me out on the tumblr. That's not nice. Strangers could be watching. They don't need to think ill of me.
Many happy returns, Typo!
JESSE. You called me out on the tumblr. That's not nice. Strangers could be watching. They don't need to think ill of me.
I speak the truth, though! Anyway, I don't think strangers are actually reading.
The picture was totally harmless, and I copied the title from somewhere else, and it totally makes it seem weirder...okay it is weird, but
prurient
weirder than it is.
Hmmph.
How many followers, Jesse?
Tumblr totally restored my queue from yesterday and threw away my submissions from today. Tossers.