Wood-panelled intestines
Nov. 5th, 2009 04:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyYou should see my pantry. In fact, you can see my pantry.
And another view, complete with amusingly bent candle:
It's like a neat person lives here. So that's what I've been doing today, obviously, tidying that up and putting foodstuffs into neat rows. And now I feel, as my mother likes to say when she's done something particularly good, more righteous than holy. Which is a saying that doesn't make sense, I always think, when given too much consideration, but there you go.
Also, I've just seen an advertisement for, er, some product I didn't actually take note of, in which a woman somehow entered her own intestines (which were, interestingly enough, wood panelled and painted in pastel colours) and flirted with two hunky fibre-men she found doing some gardening there. That's, um, unusual.
And another view, complete with amusingly bent candle:
It's like a neat person lives here. So that's what I've been doing today, obviously, tidying that up and putting foodstuffs into neat rows. And now I feel, as my mother likes to say when she's done something particularly good, more righteous than holy. Which is a saying that doesn't make sense, I always think, when given too much consideration, but there you go.
Also, I've just seen an advertisement for, er, some product I didn't actually take note of, in which a woman somehow entered her own intestines (which were, interestingly enough, wood panelled and painted in pastel colours) and flirted with two hunky fibre-men she found doing some gardening there. That's, um, unusual.