GotD: Allergies + Dust (40 mph wind gusts) + smoke from huge ass fire = the suck.
There's council workeds on my street doing something to the pipes across the road. All i can hear is 'RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' argh
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Humidity! 97 is one thing, 97 with 90% humidity is a steambath.
I was a sugarbaby; meaning since I was born I was given lots of sugar, and ate lots of processed foods, especially sweets until I was into my thirties. Most people in the west were/are sugarbabies.
“How does today’s youngster educate his sense of taste? By submerging it in a sea of sugar from the time he gets up to the time he goes to bed.” W. Root and Richard DeRochemont, Eating in America (1976)
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Gripe: I got hit on by twins! The problem? They weren't girls!
In all of the universe there is only one person with your exact charateristics. Just like there is only one person with everybody else's characteristics. Effectively, your uniqueness makes you pretty average.
GotD: New commercial for Mother's Cookies I keep hearing on the radio.
Basically the gist: I remember (insert warm, snugly fond memory from childhood), and then (insert relative that's probably dead), would sneak a Mother's Cookie into my pocket. I thought it was a secret, but mom knew the whole time. Now, it's my turn to do the same thing (i.e. let my parents give my children a lovely dose of chemicals, grains and sugar and equate that to love so that they will have food issues for the rest of their lives). OR-- now, when I have said biscuit of chemicals grains and sugar I feel my (insert relative's) love.
"Boy I got vision and the rest of the world is wearing bifocals" - Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid