The sky is full of innuendos
Beware, caffeine-induced entry ahead, maybe. You may or may not have heard that today is St. George's Day and, therefore, a holiday from whence I speak -- that is, the city, not the whole country. Yeaaah, don't know either, don't care enough to explain; a fanciful turn of the government, I gather. Let it also be known that Tuesday was Tiradentes, ALSO a holiday (a nation-wide one at that too). A holiday-laden week, you might say. So, mmm, where was I going with this? Oh yes! I went out and did an impromptu visit to a monastery. No, really.
A mini rose. And ~thorns~. And the roof of the house next door. How very anti-climatic.
Northanger Abbey St. Benedict Abbey!
They're all rather dark for, you see, I couldn't take flash photographs inside. For some reason unbeknownst to myself. Maybe the flash reverts the polarity of the neutron flow, and scorches the effects of +400-year-old gold [/skience].
RANDOM KITTY! I was temporarily tempted to kittynap, but s/he was napping so languidly outside, that I dare not do anything ... mostly for my own sake.
After the kitty incident by the beech tree, I left and had a Mocha Frappuchino at Starbucks. 'Twas my first visit, so had to make do with a safe choice. I don't well know what a bloody Java Chip thingmajig is, for instance, alright! Also, their sizing makes absolutely NO SENSE at all WTF. I know it's all about the Imperialistic Powah™, but a bit of translating would go a long way, and would be considerably less confusing. Anyway, I shall stick with my other Ye Olde Frozen Coffee Shoppe, which, besides being cheaper, is closer to home and the drinks are just as tasty. Double bonus!
In other lulz news, check out the name of episode 7 of Robin Hood. "Too Hot To Handle"? Seriously? AFSDFSDGASDFGASD. STOP IT, BBC. I KNOW what you're trying to do, O' Hussy One! *eyedart*
♫ THE SKY IS FULL OF INNUENDOS INDEED ♫
A mini rose. And ~thorns~. And the roof of the house next door. How very anti-climatic.
Northanger Abbey St. Benedict Abbey!
They're all rather dark for, you see, I couldn't take flash photographs inside. For some reason unbeknownst to myself. Maybe the flash reverts the polarity of the neutron flow, and scorches the effects of +400-year-old gold [/skience].
RANDOM KITTY! I was temporarily tempted to kittynap, but s/he was napping so languidly outside, that I dare not do anything ... mostly for my own sake.
After the kitty incident by the beech tree, I left and had a Mocha Frappuchino at Starbucks. 'Twas my first visit, so had to make do with a safe choice. I don't well know what a bloody Java Chip thingmajig is, for instance, alright! Also, their sizing makes absolutely NO SENSE at all WTF. I know it's all about the Imperialistic Powah™, but a bit of translating would go a long way, and would be considerably less confusing. Anyway, I shall stick with my other Ye Olde Frozen Coffee Shoppe, which, besides being cheaper, is closer to home and the drinks are just as tasty. Double bonus!
In other lulz news, check out the name of episode 7 of Robin Hood. "Too Hot To Handle"? Seriously? AFSDFSDGASDFGASD. STOP IT, BBC. I KNOW what you're trying to do, O' Hussy One! *eyedart*
♫ THE SKY IS FULL OF INNUENDOS INDEED ♫