You know, Ah might roll my eyes at everything being deepfried down here, but the fact that the little bistro down the road is working on frying whole large birds has me baffled and in wonder. Is a meal really worth risking a grease fireball? Does this Thanksgiving holiday really merit a threat on your life?

EDIT: As they say at work, holy shit is this good. Bring on the third degree burns.

"A black sheriff?"

"Hey, it worked in Blazin' Saddles."

Current Mood: bouncy

Proof this is a wonderful place and season: caramel apples with pistachios and bitter chocolate.

Thank you, carry on.

( Open to everyone who isn't Naki/Anakin Solo )

Jacen
Petit, what is happening? Or shall I stay out of it and  in my happy little swamp?

( Sister Delirium, I stand in my gallery, holding your sigil. Will you speak with me? )

( Ani, Teri, Lady G- People Who Know and Care About Di )

It's always so pretty out, when the birds migrate. I think that's my cue.

This place is starting to wear thin. I'm about to lose my mind if I don't do something. Someone, anyone? Offers?

blah.

Come one! Come all! Tomorrow come to [public venue in California] to kick, punch, bodyslam the shit out of the former demon, Azrael.

Admission is $5 for as much ass whooping as you can muster.

Hey, we all gotta make a living, and it'll be worth it.

[Logan]
You're exempt from the fee.

Attention Solo/Skywalker clan:

I need assistance setting up my classroom for the new school year. Since you all are cheap labor family, I'm thanking you in advance for your assistance.

I'll also need to shop for the things my small supplies budget does not cover. Naki, you're pretty much a youngling...err..Kindergartener at heart. Would you care to help choose some things from the teacher supply store?

Wuh de tyen, ah. Tzuh muh luh?

Where...this isn't Serenity. What's going on?

Some do not the deserve the gifts handed to them.

Alright, mes amis, if you're looking for your friendly bayou-mech, Ah'm going to be out of reach for a week or so. The speeders are almost done, and since  everyone's dancing over their spaceships, Ah'm taking the three out west for some fine-tuning and trial runs. Ah'd rather be the one to blow up for a crossed wire, ya?

My apartment is open to anyone who wants to crash and get some quiet, you know where Ah hide the keys. Tell T. Ya you're mah whatever and she'll bake ya something. If the 'Busa needs her legs stretched, feel free, just don't maul her. Ah'm looking at you two boys at that last bit.

No godbox, just a tent and rations. Got some wanderlust and the desert out there might be homey. Th' Force still works though.

So, I'm thinking about getting a house. I mean, interesting as sharing a place with Jasa has been, I'm feeling the need for space before I strangle him.

This led to me looking at houses in Louisiana.

( Open, just cut for length )

Obviously, I'm leaning towards things that have a lot of space and are old. Heh.

POTTER! What have you done!? I know you had a hand in this! Potter, when I get my hands on you I'll -

Where am I?

What is this?

Alright, Ah just got a courier job. Man came in with a nice truck,  gotta be a 2009, needed work done and was in a hurry. Told us to drive the car to his address in Detroit, Michigan asap and he'd pay for the flight back. (Didn't want to explain godboxes.) Ah got the short end of th' stick and calling out if anyone could stomach a road trip. There's AC, ipod jack and satellite radio, it's an automatic and you don't even need to drive if it ain't your thing. All food and drinks will be comped by the customer.

Lou's was rough last night, too much humidity and booze don't mix. At closing time, I was tired of their shit and when Ah was tossing the last bum out, I-

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens evry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black

THERE IT HAPPENED AGAIN.

I don't want to sound as if I'm judging. Because I'm not.

But people are silly sometimes. It must be the heat.

[ETA] In the spirit of beating the heat, there's going to be an epic water balloon fight tomorrow, in Strawberry Fields of Central Park. Squirt guns, snowballs, and other water-based projectiles are fine, so long as nobody gets hurt! Show up about 11 for the free-for-all, water balloons provided!