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We own a chocolate fountain.
Okay, Q does, she bought it, but: CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. I am Jack's immense and decadent glee.
I personally now own...uh...far too many things. I spent hundreds of dollars on household goods today, including a toaster and cutlery and chopping boards and mixing bowls and a mop and you know what, I never really realised how much stuff one needs in order to function. I feel like maybe those monks who own nothing but a loincloth and an alms bowl are onto something, though how they keep their caves clean or chop up their weekly grain of rice is really one of those great mysteries of the universe.
My prides and joys are: my swanky new SHARP knife set, a $70-reduced-from-something-unholy stainless steel ubersaucepan with pasta sieve and steamer and all sorts of complicated layers, and a sexy little sandwich press/grill that I picked up for $40.
And my father came shopping with us and carried bags and organised home contents insurance and bought me laksa for lunch and Q and I watched some Monk and now I'm sitting here munching capsicum and drinking coffee and the waves of panic re: moving house are receding somewhat. This is nice.
Nny's got this meme going on her journal but not everyone I know watches hers, so: I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Comment! Comment and show!
Relatedly, as soon as I have spare time and money, I want Starbuckhair. Because I suprised myself last week by realising I'm in no particular hurry to grow my hair again, and I'd like a naffy short cut.
So.
Only dark brown, because I don't want to be blonde again. I like being a brunette better.
Yes/no/maybe/ohmygodyouobsessivefreak?
Actually, comments on my unhealthy obsession may be placed in the box on the far corner of the room. And when my paid account runs out tomorrow and all six icons I choose to upload are Starbuckly in nature...no one is to say a single word, except maybe "wow" or "homgsex" or "cadence", because I never get sick of the word cadence.
Okay, Q does, she bought it, but: CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. I am Jack's immense and decadent glee.
I personally now own...uh...far too many things. I spent hundreds of dollars on household goods today, including a toaster and cutlery and chopping boards and mixing bowls and a mop and you know what, I never really realised how much stuff one needs in order to function. I feel like maybe those monks who own nothing but a loincloth and an alms bowl are onto something, though how they keep their caves clean or chop up their weekly grain of rice is really one of those great mysteries of the universe.
My prides and joys are: my swanky new SHARP knife set, a $70-reduced-from-something-unholy stainless steel ubersaucepan with pasta sieve and steamer and all sorts of complicated layers, and a sexy little sandwich press/grill that I picked up for $40.
And my father came shopping with us and carried bags and organised home contents insurance and bought me laksa for lunch and Q and I watched some Monk and now I'm sitting here munching capsicum and drinking coffee and the waves of panic re: moving house are receding somewhat. This is nice.
Nny's got this meme going on her journal but not everyone I know watches hers, so: I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Comment! Comment and show!
Relatedly, as soon as I have spare time and money, I want Starbuckhair. Because I suprised myself last week by realising I'm in no particular hurry to grow my hair again, and I'd like a naffy short cut.
So.
Only dark brown, because I don't want to be blonde again. I like being a brunette better.
Yes/no/maybe/ohmygodyouobsessivefreak?
Actually, comments on my unhealthy obsession may be placed in the box on the far corner of the room. And when my paid account runs out tomorrow and all six icons I choose to upload are Starbuckly in nature...no one is to say a single word, except maybe "wow" or "homgsex" or "cadence", because I never get sick of the word cadence.
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Desktop showoff, eh?
That, for all who seek to go "Aww!", is NOT one of those THE DOG photos or any such thing. He is, in fact, my mother's guide dog, Boden. He's so bigandstupid, I luff him.
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