I was reading AOL's headline news articles, one of which is a piece on products in food.
( cut for anyone easily disturbed by food products )

I am the Bachlorette. That is to say, I have a new role, and that role is for my married friends to feed me and try to set me up ( Read more... )

One Romanian international humanitarian lawyer from Switzerland + one Australian Philosophy and Literature German PhD student out of Princeton + me = 2 hours of conversation on erotic death and (separately) discourse on the individual and identity ( Read more... )

So, I checked my messages this morning wherein I received a voicemail from Sara the Duchess of York.
Also, I desperately crave grape leaves, but the only place around here that I know of that serves them is a 4 star "white tablecloth", and I have neither the time nor the inclination. Any ideas Corri?

( A whole slew of unspelchecked words saying nothing really, although refrencing both zombies and liquor without mentioning a Zombie liquor drink... )