Confession: I need to know what this movie is. I want to watch it, but only because its so.....Japanese. Spoiler: Kinda NSFW Yes, "Wtf is this" is the correct reaction.
Oddly for Ireland, not today. Just feeling too low and grief stricken. It hit me this morning to the point that I slid onto the floor.
Right now, coffee, but by the time you get here from Ireland, I could have made almost literally any other pie, too.
I've never heard of coffee pie, let alone tried it. I do like coffee cake though, and coffee chocolate, so there's no reason I couldn't like pie too.
Confession: I'm fascinated by aspic. Whatever horrific pleasure others find in popping vids, I find in looking at meals that have been bizarrely imprisoned within gelatine for reasons that still escape me. It would seem to me that you could just make the meal as per normal and save yourself the step of encasing it in gelatine like Han Solo in carbonite. Why? Why do it? What I often find to be equally fascinating is the way the advertisements of the day promised things that have nothing to do with food at all. Serve your caring husband and adoring children this refreshing tuna, ham, and prune holiday gelatine mold and you'll find the laundry doing itself and the Hoover running fresh vacuum marks across your new rayon/celluloid carpeting! Has life ever been better?!
You're not the only one: Spoiler: Dinner at Eight movie ending spoiler (Sidebar: I love Billie Burke in this movie!)
Person: "You're so mature, Moon." Me: "You haven't seen my Youtube watch history" Edit - Changed a word.
I have good chances to stay at my job after the summer... which would be nice financially... ...I'd rather not get it and move to England instead! Though if they offer me to stay... I'll have to say yes.
Confession - I cry watching episodes of Undercover Boss. There's something about seeing deserving peoples lives changed for the better that really gets me.
I freaked out the other day when I found a large spider inside my juice glass. I responded by throwing the glass, which broke and injured the spider in the process. I then apologised to the spider.
Aww. We live and learn. Hopefully the spider will make lots of babies, and then they can eat her (it's supposedly an orgasmic experience, she comes and goes at the same time)
When I first heard the term "Black Twitter," I thought it was a completely different service than the original.
