yeah. it's in my guts. I can't not love this place.
sortof like a family member, even if they beat you/ steal your money/ cheat/ lie/ make your life hellish, you're still going to kindof care about them.
okay. wait. maybe not.
er. no. yeah.
third picture down is a house on Beverly Glen. When I was younger, I used to think that that street must be what being in another country is like.
er. I'll finish that thought after i make pasta. -
right, so, as I was saying.
see, this one stretch of road is mostly 70's style Japanese influenced housing.
I know I could have written more/ explained better if i hadn't gone to make pasta. darn it. : \
also, Iron Chef is on. Iron Chef wins over writing on Moblog when everyone else is asleep.
9th Sep 2005, 03:26
See. It's not entirely bad.
8th Sep 2005, 22:38
Woo. Floor. And my back is cold.
8th Sep 2005, 18:42
placeholder to write about pizza last night.
and, omfg. as far as wake up/ music to get you up in the morning...
Brenda Lee is a bad idea. unless you're aiming to get up and KILL YOURSELF.
akhgdfskdgfs. in a funny, happy, crooning sort of way.
8th Sep 2005, 16:08
oh, good. my phone works again.
and that made me laugh.
8th Sep 2005, 15:43
(can't break them up pre-cooking. isn't half the fun of eating them choking on them?)
7th Sep 2005, 19:47