Yeah so work happened. And Gmail had a hissyfit, and then the trains had a hissyfit, and I am having a womb-bleed, and therefore I consider it a miracle that I have neither screamed at nor cried on anyone today.
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Faschionis is live, here is me complaining about shoes I listened to some Just So Stories, some dance music, and a load of folk/bluegrass Liza gave me, and work repeatedly fell over, and I didn't kill anything. Mostly I think because I have a very non-naggy boss who basically doesn't remotely interfere unless I ask for help. These are my favourite kind of bosses.
21. Your 10 favorite foods
I thought this said 10 favourite books and nearly lost my shit. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME CHOOSE. This is slightly easier.
1. Big porterhouse/t-bone grass-fed 28-day aged Irish steak, blue. A small amount of salt and butter but no sauce. Om nom nom nom.
2. Chips fried in bone marrow. Frites and mayo. Soggy chipshop chips.
3. Foie gras.
4. Trifle (I like all the constituent parts and I like the combination, it is a divine concept.
5. Mince pies and custard.
6. Beetroot in most formats but especially a) pickled or b) as borscht.
7. Jerk pork, rice and peas, and coleslaw.
8. Salmon (smoked, or sashimi).
9. POTATO IN ANY FORM POTATO POTATO but especially mashed with skins on and borsin mashed into it possibly also other cheese and paprika; also baked potatoes and baked beans and cheese; also potato salad. POTATOES. Thanks, Peru.
10. Comforting comforting tinned cream of tomato soup.
It's my birthday at the end of next month.
here is a list of things I haven't managed to convince myself I don't want,
here is a slightly madder list.
This is more of a conceptual list.