Wherein I ramble about cooking, eating, arts, crafts, sex, music and the patriarchy.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Can't keep my hands, my hands my hands out the cookie jar
I had to make an emergency lunch trip to Fu-Lee (along with a stop at Walgreens for some makeup geegaws) to soothe my tortured soul. The wonton soup and the St. Paul are currently working their magic and this was the fortune in my cookie:
Use your charm and personality to obtain your wishes.