*headdesks repeatedly for several days*
As if I didn't already need to eat my own head today. Where is the chocolate? Where is the chocolate? Where is the chocolate? Jinkies McFucksicle, LJ, sort out this fucking problem with Firefox3 before I stab something, yeah?
ETA: The chocolate is now in my tummy. Which is lucky as, I shit ye not, a BLOODY HUGE MOTH flew into the oven while I was cooking dinner and died a blackened crispy garlic death in my courgettes. *whimpers*
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Where do you stand on unrequited love?
Having just decided that romanticism requires a form of suspension of disbelief that I'm just not cut out for...I think I'll stick you with the unrequited love. :p
Ahem. Sorry, that's just...peas are really quite lovely. I could live on them for, ooh, weeks. I find people who dislike fairly dull things a bit scary: I keep trying to cook dinner for people who turn up and then mention their dislike of vegetables, chilli, rice immediately before you serve up the vegetarian curry you spent 3 hours making specially to suit their dietary needs. Hot things? Fine, I get that. All vegetables ever? You really need to let me know that sort of thing.
I suppose unrequited love is better than no love at all? It's been so long I may have forgotten...
Me, being the polite guest I am, would never let you know that I thoroughly despise asparagus or something and would force it down somehow. :p
It's been so long I may have forgotten...
Hmmm, that's actually depressingly a good point...