candy: soft-mint
candy: soft-mint
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Vanilla coffee
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
Far too many of the Milk Tray chocolates a customer gave us, could I convince the office staff that we have had a confectionery related robbery?
I'm drinking an Iced Caramel Macchiato that I got from Starbucks this morning on the way to school. Apparently, I am now immune to caffeine. Still yawning.
I've just cracked open a well earned bottle of Badger's Golden Glory (the toils of work...) - although I do fancy a wine but dare not have it for fear of not being able to follow the dictates of my alarm clock in the morning. I'm taking it into the bath with the newly arrived Pro Bono Publico...I promise I won't drop it in the water.
Isn't living by the alarm clock absolute hell on earth? Just keep buying those lottery tickets and hoping.Originally Posted by Neely
I've just cracked open a well earned bottle of Badger's Golden Glory (the toils of work...) - although I do fancy a wine but dare not have it for fear of not being able to follow the dictates of my alarm clock in the morning. I'm taking it into the bath with the newly arrived Pro Bono Publico...I promise I won't drop it in the water.
Even if you were to drop Pro Bono Publico Bono into the water, it still wouldn't be as wet as some of the politicos and media pundits mentioned therein.
At the moment, I'm finishing a bottle of Chianti following spaghetti on cheese and toast; ever the Epicurean.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
Yep it's a pain, but I make my small protests, including refusing to get to work on time everyday - I'm a model employee. Though I could never be as good as Wilde when he was editor of Woman's World magazine when he used to stumble in at the earliest time of about 11am everyday and be gone by about 1-2pm at the latest. What a man.
Currently, my eyes have given up (I can barely see this) and I'm getting tired so I'm doing the sensible thing of putting a Woody Allen on and cracking open a couple more beers; another Badger beer and the Erdinger which I've just found under the Chablis. Bonus!
Just got in for breakfast after the morning rounds. Had Porridge, bacon, egg, mushroom, tomato and toast, with a pot of tea.
Bread, cheese and a jar of olives for my pack-up today, I think.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 04-27-2011 at 04:00 AM.
Salmon and broccoli melt.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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What's a broccoli melt? Sounds interesting!
I'm currently eating a fruit pie wit icecream. Yum E.
I literally cannot think of a better decision than to eat a jar of olives. Kalimata, of course. With a glass of fine red wine. And some brie cheese on peppered crackers and...
I'm making my way through a second bottle of Weston's Stowford Press Cider, lovely stuff, and watching the excellent, excellent Annie Hall again.
I decided to dispence with a meal this evening as I cannot stand cooking.
So I have been enjoying bagel chips with a large bottle of Duvel beer and a 500 ml bottle of Fuller's Bengal Lancer pale ale. It seems as though it's doing the trick and I should soon be asleep.To close one's eyes and float away is about as goods as it gets.
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"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
When I can't be bothered to cook, which is actually more than you might think, I always opt for a cheese and crisp sandwich, which is marginally better than just crisps and a lot more satisfying.
Oh, the Duvel large again, got to be a good thing. I'm not come across the Bengal. I have to agree with the sleep thing. I like to be exhausted, barely able to keep my eyes open before I hit the sack, which is why I go to bed around 1.30am when not at work; I like the deep sleep.
On sleep: last night I dreamt of riots in Sheffield, petrol bombs and being slashed by a razor blade, nasty stuff. I woke up and went to work. Metaphorically speaking it all came true. I was even attacked by a water bomb on the way home. It's nice to be appreciated...
Last edited by LitNetIsGreat; 04-27-2011 at 07:04 PM.
You mean the keyword ISN'T the kitchen table???Right now I am consuming some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and drinking a nice, cold glass of tea! Surprisingly, the tea really compliments the chocolate chip cookie in a way that I honestly thought would be disgusting. Haha don't feel bad I am sure over half the population consumes a meal or two at the keyword
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