Every time I get sick, I make soup. And every time I make soup, I watch it congeal in the fridge for several days because I don’t like soup.
Breakfast? Mac & cheese and a mocha. I’m self-diagnosing lactose insistence.
The level of dust in the air today suggests that they’re building a whole new Shanghai on the rubble of the old one. The cat is wheezing.
I think it’s fair to assume that I would have a larger web presence if I didn’t hang out so much with @gperez.
Lady, you are not doing yourself any favors by wearing a better looking chick across your chest.
I like when I’m mistaken for being French. It’s like trying on clothes in a skinny mirror.
My CTBS tests 30 years ago did not prepare me for coming in fucking fifth on trivia night.
Watching _The Song Remains the Same_ leaves me ROFL at DJ’s.
I can’t be the only one who thinks Avatar is a glorified black light poster.
My phone corrected “tru nuff” to “try muff.” It’s a total lez.