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
|Date:||January 24th, 2006 06:40 pm (UTC)|| |
it is very much joy ... but I think I keep my hands off your body (at least today)
Good, good. Because I'd hate to have to tell you to keep your hands to yourself. I have work to do, and class to go to, and mischief to get into tonight. . . You know, important things. (well, one out of three things being important isn't bad)