The legal department has instructed me to place a disclaimer for the last post.

I really don't get beaten.

Well...anymore than I want to be...

I need to do my homework today.

The source of my bootleg wireless internet must have moved or secured their networks.

Assholes.

And I'm baking some bread.

After I go sell some sammiches.

"Why you always gotta tickle me?"

"I don't...sometimes I beat you."

Nice.

Mmm.

Last night held some hardcore Texas BBQ, which I quite prissily declined to eat until Boyfriend sawed it off the bone with a plastic knife.

Then Gelato, right across the street from a trendy little wine bar with lots of pretty, trendy people outside on the patio.

Did I mention I was wearing pajamas?

This morning was a visit to the Farmer's Market and Organic Farm.

Onions, habanero pickles, fresh mushrooms, and a oddly named Chubby Blonde cucumber.

And blueberries. For muffins in the morning.

Now is Deadwood on DVD with a running count of number of times they use the word 'cocksucker'*

Boyfriend is making me chocolate pudding.

Which I plan to have for breakfast in lieu of blueberry muffins.

Nutrition !!!

*I don't think it is particularly offensive to be called a cocksucker, so long as you aren't accused of being bad at it. But that's just me...

Hi blog.

I don't like the new color scheme.

Need to fuck with it some more.

I'm gonna start blathering on here about my super fab summer so if you don't wanna hear it better head out.

Tomorrow!