I ain't saying he's a nose digger...

But then again, I am.

At a meeting today, while sitting next to S. C (this nic is not my doing this time... he calls himself this), I got the full blast of his nervous reactions. While speaking, he closes his eyes - now though this is not the bestest of communicative methods, I can deal with this. The thing that I couldn't get was the nose picking! Ever so often - I've seen before - he'd slightly rub his nostrils while talking... today wasn't no rub - it was ah enter and sweep.

Now I sat next to him... so though I got a real view, there was nothing realer than the look on R's face - yep, R sat directly opposite the dude as he repeated - closed or fluttering eyes with the ever so often nose sweep and hand rub (post-nosesweep).

Sheesh.

Maybe it's unconcious, so I think I'd let L know - she's the kinda boss who'd let you know things you need to know. He can't go through life trying to talk to people who are grossed out by his nervous reactions.



So - I planned to go on a bit of a liquid diet for at least two days - to get my stomach back to normal after the week of birthday celebrations (celebrations = orgasmic food = too much eating *zue's eye long fuh days*). Problem - in order to only have liquids, you should have liquids prepared... presh-uh. So, flop numero uno. Ah well... might as well have that Catch *mmmm... caramely goodness*.

Food really like sex sometimes eh... once it's something you love, it's hard to say "wow, that one was terrible". And, too, when you really feel for one specific thing, and you can't get it so you head for something else, you rarely enjoy it as much, and use it just to satisfy for the hour.

*Or you get pleasantly surprised - and find a new favourite spot to hit*

Hey! Who said that?!!

*Whoopsie daisy*

Freak.


I went to get my nephew from the airport last night with big sis T. He came back on the same flight as Sizzla - to his greatest joy. But that is all secondary... I discovered a new obsession.... dum dum dummmm.... Chai Lattes! I fell deeply in love with the creamy spicy goodness that slipped down my throat and into my welcoming tummy.

I think I have OCD - sometimes.

New obsession - other than Chai lattes - Panic at the Disco's new song: But It's Better If You Do. I'm ODing on that, man.

But like their last song - I Write Sins, Not Tragedies - it would last about a month or so, until the new one takes over.

One more thing...

My baby bro said something zupa recently. My two sisters and I were harrassing his mother's ras asking him who was his favourite sister... he looked at each of us for a bit then said:

All three... all three are my favourite sister.

Singular - sister! Human nature! I like this is this one, and that in that other one... heck, put all those great qualities together and you get your favourite one!

Of course, I can also be a total lue-sah byatch and say that men start from early - one 'oman cyah satisfy he.

At least he's honest... how many guys snoop and lie about it?




*Zuper say enough sh-eye-t for the day... time to go flush*