I’ve donned a sporty flickr badge down there. Oh, get your head out of the gutter, I mean down the page there and to the left. Cheese and rice.
By the by, is this thing on? *taps keyboard*
I’m just checkin’ bcus I’m dishin’ out my best grub here, but the dining room is empty. I’m not feelin’ the love, people. And I needs the love. Oh, how I craves the looove. And I’m not shy; it’s a spectacularly dysfunctional codependent enabler “but I looooooove him, he din’t mean to crack mah jaw! Noooo, don’t take him awaaaaay!” type of love.