Bored bored bored bored bored...
I'm getting out of the house today if it kills me.
I want a sausage kolache, which is not technically a kolache, but the Bohemian population around here have adopted them as such. And if the sausage therein has cheese in it, all the better.
The coffee shop in a bookstore here in town has them. I'm dragging Andy along with me. *emphatic nod*
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I trimmed my friends list. I had some dead journals/communities, and some people that I had friended that didn't add me back (no big deal) and haven't updated in a month of Sundays (slightly bigger deal), so *scissor fingers*.
I left busy communities (and not-so-busy ones that still amused me) and my mutual friends and my one-way friends (that are incredibly popular and have flists as long as my arms) alone.
Just so you know.
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I was watching... some damn thing on TV (maybe Food Network?), and somebody was talking with an Irish accent. Have I ever mentioned that I love Irish accents?
If I had an Irish person in the room, I'd be asking them open-ended questions and giving them the nearest book to read ("Hey, here's the Enid phone book!") and letting their lilt wash over me...
Did I mention that I'm almost as Irish as I am Czech? Between the whiskey and the beer, you'd think I wouldn't be such an easy drunk...
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Okay, I'm going to go clean up and get dressed and get the hell out of the house... I promise my next post will be more... substantial. And won't have as many damn ellipses as your average Larry King essay.
I want a sausage kolache, which is not technically a kolache, but the Bohemian population around here have adopted them as such. And if the sausage therein has cheese in it, all the better.
The coffee shop in a bookstore here in town has them. I'm dragging Andy along with me. *emphatic nod*
__________________________________________
I trimmed my friends list. I had some dead journals/communities, and some people that I had friended that didn't add me back (no big deal) and haven't updated in a month of Sundays (slightly bigger deal), so *scissor fingers*.
I left busy communities (and not-so-busy ones that still amused me) and my mutual friends and my one-way friends (that are incredibly popular and have flists as long as my arms) alone.
Just so you know.
__________________________________________
I was watching... some damn thing on TV (maybe Food Network?), and somebody was talking with an Irish accent. Have I ever mentioned that I love Irish accents?
If I had an Irish person in the room, I'd be asking them open-ended questions and giving them the nearest book to read ("Hey, here's the Enid phone book!") and letting their lilt wash over me...
Did I mention that I'm almost as Irish as I am Czech? Between the whiskey and the beer, you'd think I wouldn't be such an easy drunk...
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Okay, I'm going to go clean up and get dressed and get the hell out of the house... I promise my next post will be more... substantial. And won't have as many damn ellipses as your average Larry King essay.