Medea just spent fifteen minutes in his lap... and counting

Raw oysters, boba tea, and now dark-chocolate-covered ginger. Tis a festival of culinary delights, but none so great a delight as he is

Me: *rummages around the hotel room*

So, he's great. I've accepted his marriage proposal. Yes, it is THAT DAMNED GOOD.

He's here, it's perfect, goodbye for DAYS

What BPAL oil says "I love you and I wish I could snog you even though I have h1n1"?

Irony of ironies: I have the flu.

a more positive note, if it weren't for Ren, I might propose marriage to gobi aloo.

Pure rage. If the cockface I lived with didn't yell at me so much about wanting to leave, I WOULDN'T WANT TO LEAVE SO VERY BADLY.

A person assuming something of me that is the utter opposite of my usually stated opinion really, really cheeses me off.