clevermanka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
clevermanka) wrote2004-03-19 09:23 am
clevermanka) wrote2004-03-19 09:23 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
If you...
1. ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?
I would never ever ever ever own a restaurant. Ever. Never never.
2. ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?
Crafty stuff. DIY supplies as well as local craftsperson stuff.
3. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be?
Porn. Quality porn.
4. ...ran a school, what would you teach?
Organization and time management skills.
5. ...recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?
Old time (i.e. real) country music--Patsy Cline stuff.
Had a very fun time last night at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starstraf's Petra lingerie party show. Alas, the nightgown I had hoped to purchase is only available in purple. I like purple in theory, but on me--not so much. So I found a different one that is sort of similar in that it has a nice open back and came in black. Still pretty, but I really wanted the other one.
motherteresatoo will be visiting me next week! I'm very excited!!! She'll only be here for two full days (and for part of Saturday, we have to make a brief appearance at a wedding). I hope she has a good time...at the very least she'll leave well fed. Lawrence might not be the cultural hot-spot of the nation but damn we've got some good food.
Speaking of food, today is another food day here at work. Some of you with good memories might remember the last time everyone begged for a food day. Well, the girl who suggested the food day forgot to bring anything, my officemate just "picked something up at Dillon's" and I don't know if the secretary in the other office brought anything (she usually doesn't). I brought some black bean dip that I made myself from real beans--and not from a can, either. Why? I have no idea. Next food day, fuck 'em. I'm not going to play anymore. Hmph.
UPDATE: No, the other secretary down the hall didn't bring anything, and neither did the 1/2 time secretary who just arrived. And get this: When I voiced my displeasure at this and said I wasn't going to bring food to these things anymore, everyone got all defensive and said things like "Well I brought meatballs once" or "Wah. Poor baby!" Ungrateful jerks. Hmph, indeed.
1. ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?
I would never ever ever ever own a restaurant. Ever. Never never.
2. ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?
Crafty stuff. DIY supplies as well as local craftsperson stuff.
3. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be?
Porn. Quality porn.
4. ...ran a school, what would you teach?
Organization and time management skills.
5. ...recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?
Old time (i.e. real) country music--Patsy Cline stuff.
Had a very fun time last night at
starstraf's Petra lingerie party show. Alas, the nightgown I had hoped to purchase is only available in purple. I like purple in theory, but on me--not so much. So I found a different one that is sort of similar in that it has a nice open back and came in black. Still pretty, but I really wanted the other one.motherteresatoo will be visiting me next week! I'm very excited!!! She'll only be here for two full days (and for part of Saturday, we have to make a brief appearance at a wedding). I hope she has a good time...at the very least she'll leave well fed. Lawrence might not be the cultural hot-spot of the nation but damn we've got some good food.Speaking of food, today is another food day here at work. Some of you with good memories might remember the last time everyone begged for a food day. Well, the girl who suggested the food day forgot to bring anything, my officemate just "picked something up at Dillon's" and I don't know if the secretary in the other office brought anything (she usually doesn't). I brought some black bean dip that I made myself from real beans--and not from a can, either. Why? I have no idea. Next food day, fuck 'em. I'm not going to play anymore. Hmph.
UPDATE: No, the other secretary down the hall didn't bring anything, and neither did the 1/2 time secretary who just arrived. And get this: When I voiced my displeasure at this and said I wasn't going to bring food to these things anymore, everyone got all defensive and said things like "Well I brought meatballs once" or "Wah. Poor baby!" Ungrateful jerks. Hmph, indeed.