mom placation was ironing by which mens perrypops in a womansuit is the new child mystericating teats that can taint baconated digestive broads plastercasting gnostically from the great gospel wwjh

yes well, I've had to make the best of things as the bra strap drought continues...

peanut butter is the best thing in the world

except in england, where it is the worst thing in the world -- even worse than english orange juice.

alert! i have discovered that friend's husband kicks my ass at word twist consistently (at least in the 3 or 4 games we have played). new challenge!

I wish I could play Word Twist. I had to drive to the library to check my Facebook and I had about 10 minutes to do it in. LAME

What's wrong with English orange juice?

xp hahaha Sorry Nick.

english orange juice is just ... well, wrong. it is where american orange juice (concentrated, pastuerized, preservativized, blended w/ other fruit essences and sugars, etc) might have been twenty-five years ago in terms of flavor technology. off-notes detectable in any at-random glass may include (but are not limited to) freezer burn, rot, naphthalene, old man, tinge of ozone, acrid tang of a new copper penny, and failed thatcher-era domestic policy.

Poetry, but untrue as far as I can tell. English orange juice is pretty much fine. Unless you bought Asda's poverty brand or something which I can well imagine tastes of all those things.

When I was a kid I knew things were getting better when we stopped buying frozen orange concentrate. Does anyone use it these days? Can you even buy it?

Is there actually such thing as English orange juice? Isn't it all from California/Florida/South Africa anyway?

The reeeeeally crap stuff of which you speak can actually be quite pleasant when topped up with soda.

i'm sure they sell frozen oj concentrate here still.

(it bears remembering that my experience living in england was centered around the norwich waterlands - where food, in general, was not a major priority)

Stick to freshly squeezed everything and who gives a stuff where it's from?

my wallet.

nah i don't really drink juice anyway... but when i do i only like not-from-concentrate hfcs-free stuff.

In our house, freshly squeezed juice is more or less the only constant luxury foodstuff.

I rarely drink juice, but omg the orange juice A.'s aunt who lives in Berkeley squeezes for us when we visit. It is part of her ploy to get us to move there. Almost works, too.

And yeah, concentrate is still available; my SIL buys it.

i do not drink a lot of OJ anyway -- juices i prefer include:

1) cranberry
2) white grape
3) limeade
4) pomegranate
5) grapefruit
6) pineapple

In our house, freshly squeezed juice is more or less the only constant luxury foodstuff.

The caviar is only eaten at weekends, bank holidays and the Queen's birthday, right?

sometimes we see a quality street or a milk tray

Sign me up for some grapefruit juice, people.

I am really tired this morning, and frustrated with myself. I had an idea for a thread last night and now I can't remember what it was. At the time I thought it was a pretty good idea... but it might have sucked; I'm not sleeping enough. I can't even remember the general idea! Grrrr.

Hmmmm, hullo all. Can I go to sleep now?

I actually left work and went to Tesco to buy some grapefruit juice as a result of the above. It's nom.

I just finished our last extant carton of grapefruit juice :(

I need to to so many things that do not involve posting here. Somebody please tell me to go away.

(tough love)

between when i posted before and when i am posting now, i went and picked six pounds of blueberries w. my mom. coming back to the beach house in rhode island is like nothing else except time-traveling to some rural burg in the mid-1890s.

Did you sit on the porch and quaff a watermelon shandygaff?

i am going to leave to go to the bank and then maybe i will get some juice :)

also since i got here i have spent 90% of my time researching a job and speaking to my adviser about my resume.

no, we were too busy planing down a new handle for the sears-roebuck garden-rake head my grandmother bequeathed us (really), and the corn fritters i was making over the fire out back needed tendin'

good morning itr. jordan is gone now and i'm all alone for five days ;_;

you are not alone! you have itr!

awww <3

Also you have the entire bay area to explore. I suggest you climb to the top of the highest hill around those parts and look down on everything.

Quite right. And you can go out and have adventures!

(For instance, go the Arizmendi Bakery:

http://www.arizmendibakery.org/

By taking BART to the Embarcadero, and then transferring to the N-Judah line. Another way to get more familiar with the city!)

yeah... except i'm still trying to get over a somewhat irrational fear of leaving the house on my own.

Oh I hate new location house arrest! I am the worst for that!

I have a few days of optimistic sightseeing and then bam, cloistered monk.

i am relatively sure that last night managed to break something of some importance in my head

in other words aaaaagguguuuuuggghhhhh

xpost yeah it's frustrating and not a little depressing. i got my new bike last week, but each day when jordan would ask me if i was ready to test it out i would say NO, and now he's gone and i'm too scared to ride anywhere by myself - the road rules are so different here!

god your freaking me out a little!

you just have to remember that it won't take long for it to get easier and you've got your man and this hug I'm right now giving you (which would be a lot better if we were on the same continent)

RR you must learn by doing! Can you at least walk to a BART station?

x-post also what I know right? said

Rubes, is there a quiet area nearby where you could literally wheel your bike and get some confidence up by riding around out of harm's way?

yeah baby steps, some little suburb where you can take it round the block a couple of times.

When I was in San Francisco me and my friend hired bikes with the intention of riding to Muir Woods and back across the bay on the ferry. We made it as far as a pub in Sausalito across the GG Bridge. On the way back we accidentally nearly rode with the traffic onto the bridge and were only prevented from a likely messy death by a police car's megaphone.

So, umm, yeah. Don't do that.

ned, i even caught the BART on my own last week, all the way to sf and back. now i feel a little embarrassed :/

Do not be! It's just time for more trips, is all. And believe me, the Arizmendi food is worth the journey! It's just a half-block up from the stop, IIRC.

RR - you should do what Ned suggests! Give yourself plenty of time to do it.

I was freaked out the first time I went to a movie in a theater after I had 4lex. It had been years. I had forgotten how to go buy a ticket!

The thing to remember is this: the world is set up so that really dumb people can get along just fine. You're not dumb. You just have to do some of these things a few times so that they feel familiar.

wow, that is the greatest piece of advice I've ever heard!