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So the visit was fun, and full of food and shopping and children, which you know, is to be expected. I purchased three pairs of sandals, a new purse, two tops and a new silver chain to replace one that just broke. Then Dionne gave me an excuse to buy a gold chain (I'd been wanting one, to wear with some earrings CC& Josh gave me last year) by giving me the sweetest little girl charm, with the birthstone of my goddaughter. It's lovely and I plan to wear it often.
Also we found our new crack, which is Cinnabon sticks. They're like if a cinnabon and a taco bell cinnamon twist had a torrid affair. They're soft, but the cinamon sugar on the outside is caramel-crunchy, and that same depth of cinnamon flavor as the regular buns. They come with icing for dipping but I care not for that. Dionne and I were literally moaning in the food court, eating them. Nothing so wrong should feel so right, know what I mean?
Last night I got off the train and mostly collapsed and read too much CSI slash, which has been happening over the last week. Today, however, I plan to get back down to the writin'. Chatted with P for a while, who then asked for a link to this here shindig, wherein I confessed the RPS, which he read, and wonder of wonders, liked a lot. I paid him back with lots of links to Gil/Nick because we agree that Nick is hella hot, and also, we approve of geek love, and also, P has a whole cop fetish thing.
However, I now must stop reading Gil fucking Nick into the headboard and like, you know, write and shit.
Also we found our new crack, which is Cinnabon sticks. They're like if a cinnabon and a taco bell cinnamon twist had a torrid affair. They're soft, but the cinamon sugar on the outside is caramel-crunchy, and that same depth of cinnamon flavor as the regular buns. They come with icing for dipping but I care not for that. Dionne and I were literally moaning in the food court, eating them. Nothing so wrong should feel so right, know what I mean?
Last night I got off the train and mostly collapsed and read too much CSI slash, which has been happening over the last week. Today, however, I plan to get back down to the writin'. Chatted with P for a while, who then asked for a link to this here shindig, wherein I confessed the RPS, which he read, and wonder of wonders, liked a lot. I paid him back with lots of links to Gil/Nick because we agree that Nick is hella hot, and also, we approve of geek love, and also, P has a whole cop fetish thing.
However, I now must stop reading Gil fucking Nick into the headboard and like, you know, write and shit.
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