Goat cheese and baby bears.
We went to dinner with some work people last night. I had an arugula salad and a little warm goat cheese with apples and toasted bread. The goat cheese came in this Bunsen Burner type contraption which kept the cheese gooey by heating it with a tea light. Clever! Also, good to know that in the event of a machine uprising we’ll be able to eat warm cheese without the aid of electricity. SUCK IT ROBOTS.
I also had three margaritas. Well, I shared the third margarita with Dane but this was still many more margaritas than I’ve had in months and I was a little tiny bit voluble and vociferous and vehement. I was also vorple with my sword but that is neither here nor there.
Anyway, I think I ranted at Dane for like eleven hours about my idea to make a Highlander comic (I’M SERIOUS DARK HORSE CALL ME) and my inability to focus on blogging right now because I’m trying to write for other people and so blogging for myself sounds so…meh. Also I talked about my hair. Obviously.
So, there is a new Wordpress theme which magically transforms your blog into a Twitter-y experience: more like a conversation and less like a peep show. A peep show of the MIND. And of the UNDERWEAR.
Dane SAYS he’s going to install it for me this weekend but we’ll see how that goes. Sometimes he promises me the moon but only delivers the stars which makes me sad because I had planned my whole wardrobe around a moon theme and stars won’t really, you know, go with anything I have and also I think I’m allergic to stars and other space made fabrics anyway so I probably should have asked for something more practical like a cinemascope or a baby bear. Oh well, the more you know, I guess.
I might still be high from that weed pill I took last night. (KIDDING FUTURE EMPLOYERS)
And here is a picture of me in the ladies’ room at Luna Park Kitchen. And confidential to our friend Robert of Shoes on Powerlines, I tweeted it. Oh yes I did because TWITTER IS AWESOME.
#twitterfight !
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If it turns out you are allergic to baby bears, too, can I have yours?
I’ve always wanted one. I would name him Bare because I think it’s funny.
Everything about this post is why I love Kiala.
It’s why I want to bury my face in your crotchal and see your peep show of the underwear.
I remmeber when I first joined twitter you were no where to be found. Every couple days or something you’d post something like “Oh yeah, Twitter is here.” But now, now, you’re like Queen Twitter! Which I think is pretty cool. And you’re pretty.
I also remember.
Yeah, Robert. TWITTER RULZ. #uprise.
Also, hi Robert!
In summary, Dane is a cuddly bear with nice shoulders that sometimes I want to fall asleep on.
that pic of you above has way too much shirt in it.
Give me your face. Not like, in a hannibal lector type way just, you know, trade me. Like Face Off! Man, what a great movie that was.
TWITTER! TWITTER!
AHHHHHHHH!
And I’m probably just jealous.
Sometimes I eat cheese out of hot bowls, too.
Also – I want to buy your comic book.
Thirdely – I want a margarita with you.
Thirdely – yes. I said thirdely.
I just got done watching the entire 7 seasons of Gilmore Girls on digital video disc instead of studying for finals and have come to the conclusion that you are Lorelai Gilmore. That is all.
hey wtf is up with your posting frequency, woman???
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