yay, me wooo

Hey, self. When you drink a bunch of rasberry apple cider, which is, you know, incredibly *red* and then go and brush your teeth, try to remember about the whole incredibly *red* bit. And not, you know, have a nice moment of panic that something in your mouth is bleeding. Dimwit.

Speaking of bleeding, hooray for fingernails. If not for those, I probably would have lopped the tip of my thumb off. I should be trusted with knives just about as much as I should be trusted with ovens. (Or toasters, per yesterday's incident that set off the smoke alarm after charring a split roll so bad the toaster had a cloud over it. I just... Yeah. /sigh)

Had gotten ingredients to do all the things from this http://theeconolodgediaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-arabian-night.html blog post last Friday pre-cold, so made myself start putting things together today. Really don't have the energy for it, but the stuff will go bad if I don't, and a good bunch of the vegetables and the meat were from that little farmer's market place (http://www.tomatotomato.org/) so that'd be a huge waste. All that's left is the potatoes, at least, and broiling the lamb patty things.

Edit: Ugh, must learn to not hit return while fussing with tags. Oh hey, it posted, what \o/

Anyway, heroic Putricide 10 down to 7% last night. So close. And totally unrelated, mmmmmm, Sam Jared Jared Sam, mmmmmmyeah. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah. ♥ Gives me a little sparkle. :)

rrrrrrrawr *¬*

http://community.livejournal.com/zuben_fic/25640.html
A Loft With A View by zuben_eschamali, J2, NC-17 (oh hell yes), 6,138wc
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhot. So, so very hhhhhhhhhhot. *______* This reduces my brain to gibberish and keymash and babbling about how it's so hhhhhholy shit hot. Let's just say I am *extremely* fond of this delicious, delicious fic. And the sweet at the end is just the right cherry on top. 8D Someday maybe I'll learn to write in ways that are this sensual, sensory, vivid, and tactile. Someday, I hope. ♥