January 24th, 2006

surya

I want.

I want pancakes. Badly. With large, plump blueberries cooked into them. Smothered in syrup and butter.

Bob Evans sounds like heaven right now, and not just because there's a rhyme.

But will I receive satisfaction in this craving? Certainly not until after class, and then probably not until after PSA. I'm not sure I can convince tesinth to go there, or even that I'd still prefer it over someplace else by then.

On an amusing side-note, the pocket knife I have carried in my pocket for years matches Indiana Jones' pocket knife from Raiders, possibly exactly:


I never noticed before last night when I was having sex with shizukagozen. . .