January 24th, 2006
|12:33 pm - 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. . .
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Brahma Fear", -JB
You're weird. I'm surprised we have ever managed to find common ground.
Then again, so long as you don't infringe on my right to occasionally obsess over them and venerate them, I won't infringe on your right to dislike and blaspheme against them.
*nods* I think we can take that. :) Strawberries are excellent, and blackberries found randomly on the trail are amazing things.
There are many good things to be said about berries, I think.