I found the most charming introduction to a Sex With Teacher role-playing pornography video, I was immediately de-aroused and in a fit of laughter. Something about it...
I would LOVE to see the rest of the bit before what was awful porn fucking.
I would LOVE to see the rest of the bit before what was awful porn fucking.
My mother and I have started E-Mailing, even after a most extensive period of my immense brattiness and selfish behavior
One has reached Maximum Happacity
One has reached Maximum Happacity
I was just making face nuzzlies with my cat, and then she SNEEZED on my EYE
Now look, she's at me again begging for love. Blrrmmm... I could never stay mad at little Le Mew
BUTOK: NOW SHES CLAWING MY CHARGING CHORD
Update:
Was scratched for attention
Now look, she's at me again begging for love. Blrrmmm... I could never stay mad at little Le Mew
BUTOK: NOW SHES CLAWING MY CHARGING CHORD
Update:
Was scratched for attention
I decided I want to became a Ramen Master. Or something pretty great, if not Master.
Pretty Great Ramen Guy is good with me. I'd want to become that.
Ramen has always been my favorite food, I would always prefer that packaged crap to ANYTHING else. I'd go really go at a bowl of that stuff, I'd shovel it into my face with my lord givin' hands and wouldn't stop until that sucker was gone. Then I had the Real Stuff at a place called Tampopo. Then what was Lust, was Love.
Recently I've gone Crazy Organic Diet. I've been meaning to filter my intake for a while, and decided to go all the way in that positive direction, for both self health and as a habbit to be able to pass on to my one day maybe children. After reading some requested literature from a house mate - I pounced on the opportunity of smooth transition due to the household being made up of organo-vegans, the the perfect atmosphere for a synth food hog like me to make the big switch. Which has been to my surprise, completely painless.
Though for some reason, I crave chocolate a lot more. Why?
I realised, though, that the only resteraunt food I was attached to was now a self-inflicted non-option. So I decided to make it for myself.
It seems that the proper way to go about making the stuff yourself is to become a sort of apprentice to an experienced ramen craftsman. I, of course, wanted train under the really nice old man who used to run it. Unfortunately it's "used to" as I've found out it's fucking OVER. I went one whimsical day and it was just nowhere. I was told a new place would be open in a few weeks, that few weeks is a few days a go, and a few days ago was when I ate their utter crap soup. In my most humble opinion of course.
Now I, the Ignorant Passionist, have no idea the mark of quality soup or even the efficient way of going about making it, but I knew what I Loved and knew what did not satisfy me. And I knew how I want to Know, which leaves me searching for ramen shops to taste-test and owners to badger and, maybe even some part-timing as not to cut into personal project time.
"Chicken & pork flavor, miso base". This is what I think I know.
Now I must blindly throw my tongue to the wind so that my hands may learn and rise above the challange!
I must embrace the universe like a blazing star!
Wish me luck!
Pretty Great Ramen Guy is good with me. I'd want to become that.
Ramen has always been my favorite food, I would always prefer that packaged crap to ANYTHING else. I'd go really go at a bowl of that stuff, I'd shovel it into my face with my lord givin' hands and wouldn't stop until that sucker was gone. Then I had the Real Stuff at a place called Tampopo. Then what was Lust, was Love.
Recently I've gone Crazy Organic Diet. I've been meaning to filter my intake for a while, and decided to go all the way in that positive direction, for both self health and as a habbit to be able to pass on to my one day maybe children. After reading some requested literature from a house mate - I pounced on the opportunity of smooth transition due to the household being made up of organo-vegans, the the perfect atmosphere for a synth food hog like me to make the big switch. Which has been to my surprise, completely painless.
Though for some reason, I crave chocolate a lot more. Why?
I realised, though, that the only resteraunt food I was attached to was now a self-inflicted non-option. So I decided to make it for myself.
It seems that the proper way to go about making the stuff yourself is to become a sort of apprentice to an experienced ramen craftsman. I, of course, wanted train under the really nice old man who used to run it. Unfortunately it's "used to" as I've found out it's fucking OVER. I went one whimsical day and it was just nowhere. I was told a new place would be open in a few weeks, that few weeks is a few days a go, and a few days ago was when I ate their utter crap soup. In my most humble opinion of course.
Now I, the Ignorant Passionist, have no idea the mark of quality soup or even the efficient way of going about making it, but I knew what I Loved and knew what did not satisfy me. And I knew how I want to Know, which leaves me searching for ramen shops to taste-test and owners to badger and, maybe even some part-timing as not to cut into personal project time.
"Chicken & pork flavor, miso base". This is what I think I know.
Now I must blindly throw my tongue to the wind so that my hands may learn and rise above the challange!
I must embrace the universe like a blazing star!
Wish me luck!
Things that thar here are in the good. Many positive energies currently fill my zone ~hOo rAh~
Moved out finally, paying rent and buying food is certainly a different thing.
When I first looked at my new room in the new house I was so overwhelmed with the wonderful feeling of it's inviting bareness that I decided to get rid of most my stuff, all those toys 'n trinkets 'n things I've amassed over the years. Yes, even those comics must be ejected, or at least passed down to my most wonderful littler sis.
Here is a place I can really focus.
Step 2: Learn guitar..
Moved out finally, paying rent and buying food is certainly a different thing.
When I first looked at my new room in the new house I was so overwhelmed with the wonderful feeling of it's inviting bareness that I decided to get rid of most my stuff, all those toys 'n trinkets 'n things I've amassed over the years. Yes, even those comics must be ejected, or at least passed down to my most wonderful littler sis.
Here is a place I can really focus.
Step 2: Learn guitar..
