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Thee are THREE PEOPLE IN A ROW on my f-list who had intense, trippy dreams last night. I feel sad that for me last night was "I'm sleepy ... Oh. It's morning!"
This post has been brought to you by nothing in particular except a vague interest in what I'm going to have for lunch.
This post has been brought to you by nothing in particular except a vague interest in what I'm going to have for lunch.

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And if *that* phone has no place to attach charms, I may just buy a case. XD
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(And if anyone reads this and feels the need to start recommending potato toppings: don't. I have my potato-topping likes, and much else besides butter, salt, and occasionally cheese is not on there.)
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C'mon, melt a little cheese face onto the potato. Eat with chopsticks? OK, I'll stop now.
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Frankly, the mere concept of a "trippy based potato" is more than trippy enough for me. That's like "sexy flannel nightgown" or "dangerous mini-van."
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Heh, I've actually heard stories from friends who are into racing and car customization about an apparently infamous guy with a tricked-out nitrous-charged powder blue Honda Odyssey...
(And now I have a twisted urge to dig into the fabric stash and make a skimpy, lacy-trimmed flannel babydoll...*evil giggling*)
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Maybe mix food-colouring into the baked potato to make it blue, thus making it trippy?
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He was being very very nice, which I guess I've heard would be out of character for him. It wasn't trippy other than starring a male celebrity, which is weird for me, and it was very very detailed. Huh.