here's a recipe for relaxation:
pour some bailey's over ice in a glass, add a scoop of coffee ice cream. accompany with jasmine flavored hookah.
now i know you're all thinking "sneak, you is a culinary genius!" but prepare to be blown away: now i am going to grill some pork loins that have been marinating in a sesame ginger concoction and a hickory maple chipotle sauce, respectively. let that thought sit on your tongue awhile.
i feel like a bored housewife. i'm wearing a fifties housecoat, i'm barefoot, and i'm wondering when exactly i should start cooking dinner so i can have it hot and ready as soon as diewanderlust walks in the door. shee-it.
oh! but i almost forgot the most important part! i had a CRAZY-ASS dream about mrjesus! i know, i know, he hears that all the time. i dreamt i was still in high school, and one of my friends was like "hey, there's this guy, i think he's gonna kidnap me" and i was like "well, let's play a trick and have him kidnap me instead-- that'll show him!" i'm not sure what the logic was here. but it made sense in the dream. so i was kidnapped from a school function by mr jesus in a hagrid suit. by a hagrid suit i mean it had bright orange slacks and shirt, with a hairy brown tie and jacket. now, i could tell immediately that while he wanted to do some nefarious things to me, he was far too nice to actually do them and was starting to lose heart about the whole thing. so after he handcuffed me to the coffee table in his front parlor and went to make tea in the kitchen, i decided to started doing some very dirty things to myself so that he could see. the rest of the dream gets kind of fuzzy.
but i bet we're all pretty sure it contained some freaky shit. ;D
pour some bailey's over ice in a glass, add a scoop of coffee ice cream. accompany with jasmine flavored hookah.
now i know you're all thinking "sneak, you is a culinary genius!" but prepare to be blown away: now i am going to grill some pork loins that have been marinating in a sesame ginger concoction and a hickory maple chipotle sauce, respectively. let that thought sit on your tongue awhile.
i feel like a bored housewife. i'm wearing a fifties housecoat, i'm barefoot, and i'm wondering when exactly i should start cooking dinner so i can have it hot and ready as soon as diewanderlust walks in the door. shee-it.
oh! but i almost forgot the most important part! i had a CRAZY-ASS dream about mrjesus! i know, i know, he hears that all the time. i dreamt i was still in high school, and one of my friends was like "hey, there's this guy, i think he's gonna kidnap me" and i was like "well, let's play a trick and have him kidnap me instead-- that'll show him!" i'm not sure what the logic was here. but it made sense in the dream. so i was kidnapped from a school function by mr jesus in a hagrid suit. by a hagrid suit i mean it had bright orange slacks and shirt, with a hairy brown tie and jacket. now, i could tell immediately that while he wanted to do some nefarious things to me, he was far too nice to actually do them and was starting to lose heart about the whole thing. so after he handcuffed me to the coffee table in his front parlor and went to make tea in the kitchen, i decided to started doing some very dirty things to myself so that he could see. the rest of the dream gets kind of fuzzy.
but i bet we're all pretty sure it contained some freaky shit. ;D
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I am quite into classical music, although I am more strict about opera: I like many Baroque ones, Carmen, Salomeh (my fav), some modernist ones and ... Puccini
American Psycho: The book is said to be much better than the film. I liked the film, too.
Physics: Really ? I am a mathematician. What do you do ?
Bailey's with coffee: I have coffee with half-half Bailey's (although I prefer Irish Cream syrup) daily, but never reversed their roles. I shall try one of these days. Coffee no: Double or triple, short espresso.
Cheers,
Lord_Frous