In which my head is like a sieve.
I applied a new template today. I like it. I’d gotten sick of the last one, because I have a short attention span.
I think I’m almost caught up on my blogroll. Having sketchy connectivity got me way behind. (If I haven’t been reading you lately, I’m sorry and I’ll try to be better, my babies!)
I’m missing having a real kitchen. Eating out and grilling, while fun, are hard on a vegetarian. (Er, mostly vegetarian. I eat fish under duress, and there’s been a lot of that lately.) I miss meals with side dishes. I miss spinach. I miss being able to cook what I want to eat, instead of having to find something on the Denny’s menu that isn’t pork.
I think I need to buy some vitamins or something.
I can’t think of anything clever to write. I think of clever things all day, but when I go to write them down they’ve fallen out of my head.
I intend to start every paragraph with “I”.
I want to go swimming and lie in the sun, but it’s become overcast and breezy outside.
I’ve been sending random pics to my Flickr account, though, so you can go see for yourself how exciting life in Indianapolis is for an office chick living in a motel.
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oh, i love this one. the colour is easy on the eyes and it’s way less congested with things than the other. i love the water lilies at the bottom too đŸ™‚ or are they lotuses. anyway, they’re pretty.
I’m glad you like it. I was hoping they were lotuses! -m
Simple, yet elegant. I can dig it. Wonder where you could rent a kitchen tonight?
Heh. We went out — to Buca di Beppo’s again. YUM! -m
Oh, a girl’s gotta have her veggies! I’ve seen some cute little gizmos for holding vegies on the grill. And you could always use some variety of wok….
It’s the sides. Like rice or beans or whatever. -m
We love this. LOVE it. We both just creamed our pants out of pure, ugly jealousy.
Love ya, bitch. [smooch]
Yay, now my site’s making the boys cream. Whoo-hoo! đŸ˜‰ -m
Mush- so how long does this little adventure last? –gregg
Dunno. Another week… another four months? No idea. Honestly. -m
Smooth skin.
In my little mind you have built hotel living into a psuedo-utopian lifestyle. But this kitchen thing… I could see it being a problem.
Into each life some rain blah blah blah, eh? đŸ˜‰ -m