I have it on black lesbian authority that black people don't like mojitos. I think she's wrong though.
I tried running on the beach last summer. Had to dig too many shards of glass and needles out afterwards. Wah wahhhhh. No, actually, at that time I was 6 months out from ankle surgery. I stopped because it irritated the FUCK out of my ankle. Takes a lot more energy than pavement or trail running. Would like to try it again sometime.
So I just realized I have been calling it "Constantinople" and not Istanbul for a long time. It explains why I wasn't getting any results from my orbitz searches.
Being as how I don't feel like going to the grocery store - my plans changed. Half a pint of raspberry sorbet, a lemon bar, some lemon martini, and vodka - not awful
My two bench players who are currently playing are outscoring all of my five starting players who are currently playing. I'm going to be really great at this Fantasy Football thing. Sigh. My star player is my fucking kicker. Double Sigh. On the plus side, I am watching football which I am sure makes my husband just giddy with excitement.
<a class="postlink" href="http://www.npr.org/2012/09/09/160771041/istanbul-a-city-of-spies-in-fact-and-fiction" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.npr.org/2012/09/09/160771041 ... nd-fiction</a> And what exactly are you doing in ISTANBUL, Mr. Bond? Or should I say, "COMRADE?!"
Got too drunk last night. Puked all over the inside of my car (wasn't driving). Life isn't fun right now.
We recently purchased a high-end juicer and were starting a juice fast tomorrow, so I gave it a trial run earlier to see how much juice a recipe would yield. It's made from kale, carrots and oranges, but the kale dominates the color. So much so, my daughter, having recently been introduced to the movie Soylent Green, went running from the kitchen yelling, "IT'S PEOPLE!!!" In a similar vein, Jimmy Kimmel tweeted that he asked @DrOz "How many superfoods do I have to eat before I can fly?"
Last night my sister made up something with green peppers, onions, jalapenos, beef, and I imagine some sort of hateful Thai voodoo. It was hot as hell but delicious, I had 2 huge bowls. It cleared the fuck out of my sinuses and burned my lips, but damn was it good. A few hours later the rumblings in my stomach started. Then came the fire shit storm. Seriously, as I reached under to wipe I could feel heat rising from the fouled toilet bowl. I figured this was a result of me being as Irish as they come and my tender insides aren't used to such fireworks. Then this morning my nephew started complaining about what the food did to his insides too. I don't know what the hell was in there, but my stomach is still rumbling and I'm afraid to shit.
I don't understand eating something THAT spicy. Can you even taste anything besides heat? And then eating it knowing your asshole will weep every time you pass your bathroom? Why?
It's the equivalent of drinking tequila straight up. It tastes horrible, there will be consequences to endure, but it's imbibed anyway.
Because it is really, really good. I'm sure I'll eat it again when she makes it. Unlike Durbanite I don't avoid that which pains me, I keep going after it just because it's there and it's not going to beat me. This is, of course, one of the reasons I end up hurting myself so often.