roll over him with endless water
Y'know, usually I go for some kind of thematic unity of SOME SORT in my polls. Not today!
Poll myriad random things
Okay fine, I guess I could explain a tiny bit. MAYBE. The writing stuff should be self-explanatory, but I'll talk about the first question and the last.
So okay, the term "coffee klatch." I'd run across it before because I'm a German major, and it's German (Kaffeeklatsch), but I'd never realized it existed in English until I started reading stuff at my internship, and omg, it is ALL OVER THE PLACE. Did I miss something? Is this the next cool phrase? Do most people use it DAILY?
ETA: I should maybe say what a coffee klatch is! According to dictionary.com: a social gathering for informal conversation at which coffee is served.
Ahaha, anyway, on to more important things: BEEF JERKY. I've probably mentioned before that I leave home to drive to my internship at a rather disgusting hour of the morning, in the interests of avoiding traffic. If I could leave at 3 in the morning and avoid traffic, I honestly probably would, but my caffeine addiction is such that if I don't get coffee and something to eat before I go, I am SO UNHAPPY on the way, and nothing around here opens before 6. (As I write this, it's occurring to me that gas stations do. HUH. I MAY CONSIDER THIS.) Anyway, usually I stop in at the bagel place right at 6 when it opens and get a bagel and a coffee, and then hit the road. This morning, though, they were running slow at the bagel place -- it was going to be another twenty minutes, wth -- so I went over to Starbucks, got coffee and a donut (so gooood), and then realized I needed gas.
Well. I have this problem where I am really atrocious about feeding myself on internship days -- I'm on the road well before college dining hall breakfast, and well after college dining hall dinner, and I am cheeeeeap -- so I was like, "You know what? I am going to give myself some FOOD today, damn it." Only the gas station didn't have anything I really wanted . . . except beef jerky.
I haven't had it in AGES, but omg, it is so good. And I bet Dean LOVES IT. I bet he keeps eighteen packages of it in the trunk, along with his Costco box of condoms. I bet he drives hundreds of miles out of the way for good jerky. Like that place on the 395 (the highway that runs north-south through the desert in California, toward Mt. Whitney) that starts advertising its jerky 50 miles in advance in either direction! EXOTIC MEATS. DON'T MISS OUT. Dean lives for that shit!
Not as much as he lives for Sam's blowjobs, but y'know, when he's really hungry? Sometimes it's a close call.
Poll myriad random things
Okay fine, I guess I could explain a tiny bit. MAYBE. The writing stuff should be self-explanatory, but I'll talk about the first question and the last.
So okay, the term "coffee klatch." I'd run across it before because I'm a German major, and it's German (Kaffeeklatsch), but I'd never realized it existed in English until I started reading stuff at my internship, and omg, it is ALL OVER THE PLACE. Did I miss something? Is this the next cool phrase? Do most people use it DAILY?
ETA: I should maybe say what a coffee klatch is! According to dictionary.com: a social gathering for informal conversation at which coffee is served.
Ahaha, anyway, on to more important things: BEEF JERKY. I've probably mentioned before that I leave home to drive to my internship at a rather disgusting hour of the morning, in the interests of avoiding traffic. If I could leave at 3 in the morning and avoid traffic, I honestly probably would, but my caffeine addiction is such that if I don't get coffee and something to eat before I go, I am SO UNHAPPY on the way, and nothing around here opens before 6. (As I write this, it's occurring to me that gas stations do. HUH. I MAY CONSIDER THIS.) Anyway, usually I stop in at the bagel place right at 6 when it opens and get a bagel and a coffee, and then hit the road. This morning, though, they were running slow at the bagel place -- it was going to be another twenty minutes, wth -- so I went over to Starbucks, got coffee and a donut (so gooood), and then realized I needed gas.
Well. I have this problem where I am really atrocious about feeding myself on internship days -- I'm on the road well before college dining hall breakfast, and well after college dining hall dinner, and I am cheeeeeap -- so I was like, "You know what? I am going to give myself some FOOD today, damn it." Only the gas station didn't have anything I really wanted . . . except beef jerky.
I haven't had it in AGES, but omg, it is so good. And I bet Dean LOVES IT. I bet he keeps eighteen packages of it in the trunk, along with his Costco box of condoms. I bet he drives hundreds of miles out of the way for good jerky. Like that place on the 395 (the highway that runs north-south through the desert in California, toward Mt. Whitney) that starts advertising its jerky 50 miles in advance in either direction! EXOTIC MEATS. DON'T MISS OUT. Dean lives for that shit!
Not as much as he lives for Sam's blowjobs, but y'know, when he's really hungry? Sometimes it's a close call.