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I love buying bird food, toys, etc from Windy City Parrot. Those folks are GEMS.
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My office is either 4 degrees too warm or 4 degrees too cold and there seems to be no happy medium.
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Lunch out with the hubby makes the rest of the day seem less shitty.
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Why are my toes cold?
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I keep forgetting about that library book that’s on hold, I hope they haven’t sent it off to someone else yet.
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I love the lull before finals at work. It’s so quiet, but I know the students will start flocking inside in about a week. But for now it is nice to not have to chase anyone out at closing time.
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I made worms and dirt for the first time in years (layers of pudding and chocolate cookies with gummy worms) and it was just as amazingly good as I remembered it.
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I wish the satsuma guy had enough satsumas to make it to the wednesday farmers market! I always oversleep on saturday and miss the market completely. Good for my pocketbook but bad for my stomach!
Do you wash/replace your pillows regularly? This helped me a lot. And if it’s still a problem, you can get pillowcases and mattress covers that block out dust mites.
I am throwing a mustache party on Saturday. I’m very excited, but also stressed about having to cook, clean, make a mustache, and expand the physical my small apartment enough to accommodate thirty people.
I recently added an old professor as a friend on myspace and now he seems a *little *too interested in my goings on. If he lived less than 3000 miles away, I’d be a tad creeped out.
I’m wearing a coat my boyfriend bought me. The women in my office are amazed at my boyfriend’s good taste. Too bad such good taste isn’t reflected in his own choice of clothing.
ForumBot, why are you taking a creatine supplement? At my last physical, my creatine level was low, and from what I could Google, it merely means my kidneys are super efficient, which is a good thing.
Are you taking it merely for the power of the butt-belch?
I need to cut my toe nails… I thought about doing it this morning before I left for work, but had already put on my socks and didn’t want to take them back off and then put them back on again.
Beaucarnea: Starving yourself is a terrible way to lose weight, for many reasons.
Creatine is important in building muscle. So basically, to get super buff and megasexy. You know the saying–come for the meat, stay for the poots.
Well, it’ll be a saying. Soon.
I recognize that you are worried about having stunk up the bathroom. And you’ve opted for “Ecco Mist orange flavor” rather than the environment-destroying Lysol. Unfortunately, you’ve used so much of the Ecco Mist that I can TASTE it when I go to use the bathroom. 
Also, I am aware that I have a cold and a nasty-sounding cough. “You don’t sound good!” REEEAAALLLY???
/veering toward mini-rant territory
OTOH, I am looking forward a weekend away with my two oldest and dearest friends. 
I just got some plants to take care of in the greenhouse. I’m not sure how they’ll fit into my planned experiment but I like watering them and putting plastic sleeves on them so they don’t cross-pollinate.
I was riding my bike today and I started to appreciate how good I am at it. I learned last July and i remember how hard getting on and off was. My friend kept telling me how effortless it would eventually become. I didn’t believe her then, but she was right. Whee.
You’ll be fine. When kid 3 makes your feet as big as mine (11-12, wide), gimme a call.
Starving oneself is a terrible way to gain weight, too, which is what I’m trying to do. I just couldn’t bring myself to eat the piggy after I had already declined with the explanation that I forgo meat.
(An underweight person always has to defend the reason for declining food; if I had simply said no thanks, or I don’t like bbq, some one would have forced me to try it, which I really didn’t want to do. That is, until watched a roomful of women smacking their lips and licking their fingers over it. Then I wanted it. But I had already sabotaged myself by then.)
I’m trying- I’ve been to the doctor, bloodwork looked fine; no habits have changed, and I eat enough dairy to torment the cows despite my refusal to eat their flesh (practically the same thing, really) and I’m dousing everything in olive oil. Remember that thread where everyone swore they only eat chips once per week, and take out pizza once a month, and they never ever eat candy bars? Well, I eat all that crap. Daily. And in mass quantities. Along with the usual amount of flora. Plus whole milk, butter, cheese, ice cream. It won’t stick. I must have a tapeworm. Who loves dairy and processed foods.
Aside from that, you do make flatluence does sound enticing- So you are suggesting the bbq? Cause I do want to be megasexy. I like leaving an impression on people.
I get completely dressed standing up.
Underwear, socks, pants, everything.
A couple of the dishwashers were talking about how they pimp hos. One of them was bragging about his ones who work for crack and give the best $5 blowjobs. The other was talking about how he would steal these hos, rehab them and sell them for even more money.
I offered to take him down to Atlanta and put him on the street. “Some old white republican guy? $2000, easy. I’ll even pay for gas. And you can keep 20%.”
For a guy as experience as snappin on people as he was, he was speechless. Then he tried to insult me and say I looked like David Spade. I reminded him that I paid him a high compliment–most guys could only get about $800, tops.
Everyone was cracking up while he stammered about not being gay.
Ah, I follow you. I just heard looking at food, wanting it, and not eating it. Yeah, you really shot yourself in the foot with that vegetarian comment. If I had done that, I probably would have just copped to lying earlier. I loves me some BBQ, and there’s not much I won’t do to get it.
A mustache party? The heck?
That was by far the worst sex I have ever had. I really wish I hadn’t invited you to my place. Thanks for walking home before I woke up, though. That would have been weird.
I bought a long pink and copper coloured necklace this week. It goes with freakin’ EVERYTHING!!! How is that possible?
Plucking my right eyebrow always makes me sneeze.
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You bought Sam Adams? You bought Lambic from Sam Adams? I’d say you’re the one at fault here, sir. You knew exactly what you were getting into.
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One of the last surviving factories? Lambic is alive and well. I’ve had several homebrewed varieties, and it’s brewed quite a bit all the way from Belgium to San Diego.
My own stuff
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I found some pesto at Trader Joe’s today. That was awesome.
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I also got some burrito-sized tortillas and some super-hot salsa at El Indio today, which was a winning proposition. Already made myself a little breakfast burrito.
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I’ve been trying to find good clothes at thrift stores for a while and I’ve always struck out. I try so hard to be a good hipster, but by the time I get there it’s always just old high school football jerseys and company bowling league shirts.
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I’ve also been trying to lose weight and I’ve mostly gone 15 pounds in the other direction, so teela brown’s post makes me jealous in two ways. Of course, “trying” actually means “feeling sorry for myself”; I’ve actually started taking little hikes in the postage-stamp pieces of nature by my house and school, and I plan to work my way up gradually, so I may actually lose some weight.
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nd_n8, do you tend to eat fruit in the morning and/or use lemon or lime juice in something regularly? If so, you may be reacting to the sulfites in the fruit(s) IIRC.
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I don’t do Christmas. I’m ethnically Jewish and spiritually somewhere between militant atheist and wannabe pagan, so I completely opt out every year. No giving, no receiving. To be honest, a big part of it is that I don’t know what to give a whole bunch of people and I probably couldn’t afford it anyway.
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freckafree, I’ve always liked the alternate spelling Targét, myself.
- During basketball practice in high school, I ended up behind someone who I was scrimmaging against, and I opened my mouth to say something or, I dunno, breathe or something–just as he jumped just a few inches up and back to catch a pass…jamming his scalp into my upper row of teeth. It was a weird feeling for both of us, to be sure. Thankfully, he had excellent taste in shampoo.
After an odd breakup with a live-in girlfriend, I ended up rooming with her coworker for a while. During that time, I was privy to the news that their boss was trying to make life so uncomfortable for her that she quit, and if it didn’t work he was going to fire her. Since she had recently done an about-face about talking to me–she was happy to call me up all the time when she needed advice about how to come out to her mom (then visiting from out of state) as bisexual, and then she dropped off the face of the earth and responded hostilely to my attempts to talk to her–I “forgot” to tell her. Since then, the soldier boy she left me for has dumped her, she’s quite a mess, she’s living with a friend as she doesn’t have anywhere else to go on this coast, and she’s probably been fired. I feel surprisingly little emotion about it overall. We were both nasty to each other, but she was nasty to me, too, and I paid her back for all the money she spent on me during the relationship, which I consider Above And Beyond considering my financial state, so I haven’t shed any tears for her problems yet.
Better than when you have the worst sex of your life and then the girl stalks you, saying it was the best sex of her life. Which happened after the relationship I just mentioned.
Then I ended up in a threesome with people who really weren’t as open as they claimed to be–specifically, the guy was not as cool with the idea of sharing his girl with me as he claimed to be. That was the worst sex of my life. Worst of all, the girl and I were growing fond of each other (in a friends-with-benefits way, I mean). I felt awful not returning her calls, but there just wasn’t anything else I could do without making the situation worse.
I bowled a 158. Woohoo!
No, true Lambic is only brewed in some parts of Belgium due to the strange qualities of their air and water, and even that is dying out with modern construction and the fact that the river in Brussels was paved over.
Since it was brought up. My nose still hurts. He may have broken something in there.
-There are 17 little LEDs that light up my living room when everything is turned off for the night. I might not need to set up a Christmas tree this year.
Speaking of which, the plans for painting the outside of the house have been postponed until next year. We are just getting too close to Christmass and lights need to go up. Hopefully, this will mean that they will go down before June, as they did this year.
It may not be something that will make the purists happy, but that was some damned good chilli last night. Even better warmed up for late lunch today, with some pita breads.
Now I’m trying my hand at homemade baked beans.