I have milk! Err, soy milk, does that count? You can all come over to my house and use my french press and put milk in your coffee!
Buffy ,'End of Days'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
For ita !: Prepare yourself for the alphabet of striking
From Everything is Terrible. But I can't judge how terible it is.
Oh, hey, I have actual cow's milk! That hardly ever happens. And coffee and cream, but only one piece of gingerbread, so adjust your expectations if you drop by.
The nurse cajoled me into not leaving because she'd ordered me breakfast. Which includes eggs. But thankfully not stinky ones, so I can eat around them. I tried tasting to see if anything radical had happened to my taste bus in the past ten years. Nope. Still can't work out why people east them for fun.
A guy two rooms down is hassling the nurse to draw his meds in front of him, because he's sure she's going to give him the wrong ones. What a row!
Eta: I don't know what's wrong with that video.
Hmm, Liese or -t's? Tough choice...
I don't know what's wrong with that video.
I'm guessing the EiT people were just amused by the title.
I'm pretty happy with my guaranteed twosomes married lifestyle, so flying for sure.
Here's my threesome philosophy ( and what does it say about me that I have one) -- No boy/boy/girl, because I don't want to be used as a conduit for the boys, i.e. if there's a girl there, it's not gay. Just fuck it out and leave me out of it. No girl/girl/boy because I don't want him to pay more attention to her because she's hotter than me, but if she's not hotteer than me, what's the point?
So, flying.
No girl/girl/boy because I don't want him to pay more attention to her because she's hotter than me, but if she's not hotteer than me, what's the point?
Oh man, that's so me. ::high-fives Vortex::
I'd be willing to sit back and watch the boys fuck it out, though, so that's where we differ.
Just got back from my hike around the lake, which was covered with pea soup fog and made me feel like I was walking in the Scottish highlands. Beautiful and calming.
Slightly less calming was the pair of jogging pants discarded down where the road runs past the water access. I'm crossing my fingers that someone just decided their pants were too grungy to keep and went home from the park in their underwear.