Can't Sleep Clowns will EAT Me
I can't sleep. My legs are bothering me. And I have to somewhat functional tomarrow, as I'm driving to pick up my house abstract from my parents. FUCK.
I busted my ass, getting the house and dinner ready. Seriously hauled ASS.
I cooked my two cheese, orange, almond raspberry vinagrette signature salad, with salmon steak covered in mustard and seasoning (Corriander, mustard seed and cumin with a champane sauce), and finished it off with my chocholate chocholate chocholate brownie/coffee ice cream for dessert.
Dinner went FLAWLESS, and the HOUSE was SUPER DUPER CLEAN. I fucking RULED that kitchen.
I wish conversation was as fantastic, but it wasn't. I felt like a 3 year old pulling a string toy waiting for it to quack.
It may of been just a tad too "gay" for him to take all in.
But he arrived on time, looked adorable, and failed to bring Mrs Dalloway her flowers. Next time, I'm going to buy them myself.
The only flaw was that while cutting the fresh lemmon, I cut my thumb pretty deep. At least I stoped the bleeding untill dinner was over. And NO nothing happened.
I have standards, low, but they are there.
Anyone want to do dishes for me? Anyone want to fold the three loads of laundry for me? Bueller? Bueller?
I busted my ass, getting the house and dinner ready. Seriously hauled ASS.
I cooked my two cheese, orange, almond raspberry vinagrette signature salad, with salmon steak covered in mustard and seasoning (Corriander, mustard seed and cumin with a champane sauce), and finished it off with my chocholate chocholate chocholate brownie/coffee ice cream for dessert.
Dinner went FLAWLESS, and the HOUSE was SUPER DUPER CLEAN. I fucking RULED that kitchen.
I wish conversation was as fantastic, but it wasn't. I felt like a 3 year old pulling a string toy waiting for it to quack.
It may of been just a tad too "gay" for him to take all in.
But he arrived on time, looked adorable, and failed to bring Mrs Dalloway her flowers. Next time, I'm going to buy them myself.
The only flaw was that while cutting the fresh lemmon, I cut my thumb pretty deep. At least I stoped the bleeding untill dinner was over. And NO nothing happened.
I have standards, low, but they are there.
Anyone want to do dishes for me? Anyone want to fold the three loads of laundry for me? Bueller? Bueller?