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x_losCute little room in a boarding house at 517 Iowa Ave. My life is so unforgivingly charming right now. I AM Audrey Tatou.
I've been trying to think of an appropriate substitute for Nam Plah, the vietnamese fish oil used in all pad thai to give it it's unique flavor, so that when I make it next year it's not just a 2/3 of the household can eat this thing. But I can't. Either the only full vegitarian in the house thinks of something himself, or he fends for himself those nights. But then, I've seen him eat pad thai. Does he just not know most recipies use fish oil? I maybe should make sure he does, as a friend.
Woke up, rolled around in my new sage green jersey (!!) sheets (GOD are they comfy), read one hundred odd pages of Tess of the D'Urbervilles. I know Jenny didn't really like the book, but so far I find the writing excellent, the characterization interesting and the pacing pretty brisk. I feel cheated by the (SPOILERS 'TILL THE END OF THE PARAGRAPH) exemption of the rape and the immediate aftermath. That was important stuff, I don't know what Hardy gains authorially by omitting it.
I should get internet set up soon, then I'll have lj and aim by other means than mooching Molly's computer whilst she talks to Patch.
This guy behind me in the Bowl is SUCH an inconcievable ass to this kid he's chessing up. "You just have to FEEL the ENERGY." Drag. "Did you notice I focused three pieces on the same square?" I'm not good enough to know for sure, but from this angle and admittedly not a expert pov? Your development is like no. Gathering cajones to ask him to play in hopes of a p0wn. Egotism is squicky.
My mom is STILL using 'shibby', as picked up from me during my Boy Meets Boy reading days. Ah, comic of endless Buffy allusions and gaygaygay sex. I miss the days when you didn't suck, when it wasn't Colin and Fox, teh comic, and then overness. Speaking of mother, she marooned me in Kohl's for TWO SOLID HOURS. DOS HORAS. ZWEI UHRS. Inconcievable pain. And she dropped like $600 on the randomest shit, then complained that I'd rushed her and she hadn't spent enough time browsing leisurley. She went home before I attempted sepukuu with bits of the bargain rack.
Okay, now Jackass Chess Guy is crushing his girlfriend and not letting her take moves back. Flee, Girlfriend. Flee.
Speaking of mother, I'd forgotten how Horribly Funny, emphasis on Horribly, she really can be. On seeing my ex walk by, re: his new beard, "How'd Fiddler auditions go?" followed by, "Now whatever possessed him to do that?" There were no words. A lot of hastily smothered snickering, but no words. I tought she'd stop hating him once I stopped dating him? Not the case, apparently.
Hah, Girlfriend of Jackass Chess Guy is up. Kill, Girlfriend, kill.
I'm not sure I'd enjoy working in a cafe thing, it's a little too like being on display, all these customers feel fully lisenced to casually check you out and such, and really, how creepy and rude. Well, I'd find it that. I dunno, maybe they're more comfortable with that sort of thing.
I need to remember to talk to Ben and Molly E about heading up to Bettendorf before she leaves. Also: should find Jenna, really should talk to her this summer. (OMG she is so cool I am intimidated but still girlcrushing)
Kelley? I know I said tomorrow, but I should really write that stuff lest DOOM, so mebee Thursday?
I've been trying to think of an appropriate substitute for Nam Plah, the vietnamese fish oil used in all pad thai to give it it's unique flavor, so that when I make it next year it's not just a 2/3 of the household can eat this thing. But I can't. Either the only full vegitarian in the house thinks of something himself, or he fends for himself those nights. But then, I've seen him eat pad thai. Does he just not know most recipies use fish oil? I maybe should make sure he does, as a friend.
Woke up, rolled around in my new sage green jersey (!!) sheets (GOD are they comfy), read one hundred odd pages of Tess of the D'Urbervilles. I know Jenny didn't really like the book, but so far I find the writing excellent, the characterization interesting and the pacing pretty brisk. I feel cheated by the (SPOILERS 'TILL THE END OF THE PARAGRAPH) exemption of the rape and the immediate aftermath. That was important stuff, I don't know what Hardy gains authorially by omitting it.
I should get internet set up soon, then I'll have lj and aim by other means than mooching Molly's computer whilst she talks to Patch.
This guy behind me in the Bowl is SUCH an inconcievable ass to this kid he's chessing up. "You just have to FEEL the ENERGY." Drag. "Did you notice I focused three pieces on the same square?" I'm not good enough to know for sure, but from this angle and admittedly not a expert pov? Your development is like no. Gathering cajones to ask him to play in hopes of a p0wn. Egotism is squicky.
My mom is STILL using 'shibby', as picked up from me during my Boy Meets Boy reading days. Ah, comic of endless Buffy allusions and gaygaygay sex. I miss the days when you didn't suck, when it wasn't Colin and Fox, teh comic, and then overness. Speaking of mother, she marooned me in Kohl's for TWO SOLID HOURS. DOS HORAS. ZWEI UHRS. Inconcievable pain. And she dropped like $600 on the randomest shit, then complained that I'd rushed her and she hadn't spent enough time browsing leisurley. She went home before I attempted sepukuu with bits of the bargain rack.
Okay, now Jackass Chess Guy is crushing his girlfriend and not letting her take moves back. Flee, Girlfriend. Flee.
Speaking of mother, I'd forgotten how Horribly Funny, emphasis on Horribly, she really can be. On seeing my ex walk by, re: his new beard, "How'd Fiddler auditions go?" followed by, "Now whatever possessed him to do that?" There were no words. A lot of hastily smothered snickering, but no words. I tought she'd stop hating him once I stopped dating him? Not the case, apparently.
Hah, Girlfriend of Jackass Chess Guy is up. Kill, Girlfriend, kill.
I'm not sure I'd enjoy working in a cafe thing, it's a little too like being on display, all these customers feel fully lisenced to casually check you out and such, and really, how creepy and rude. Well, I'd find it that. I dunno, maybe they're more comfortable with that sort of thing.
I need to remember to talk to Ben and Molly E about heading up to Bettendorf before she leaves. Also: should find Jenna, really should talk to her this summer. (OMG she is so cool I am intimidated but still girlcrushing)
Kelley? I know I said tomorrow, but I should really write that stuff lest DOOM, so mebee Thursday?
