Food Wars is affecting me on a very deep and personal level.
I've started to say "order up!" when I finish cooking. It's made me want to improve my craft in a way I haven't felt before.
I want to make food that makes my clothes fall off, while I moan in the kitchen naked.
...
What?
That's how he gets all his food victims to orgasm when they eat his food. It's drugs.
I thought it might be cute to write a story about Laika, only have her come back with aliens and enslave the humans that shot her into space.
My (ex?) husband sleeps 12 hours a day, and he only works a part time job.
Food Wars (the anime) is amazing. Why did it take me so long to find this one...
I survived on <4 hours of sleep a day last year, get it together!
I blacked out several times, once in a parking lot, a restaurant, on the toilet, and on the floor, between both jobs I was working at the time.
C'mon now!
I happen to like black licorice. Like, I don't go out of my way for it, but I'm not revolted by it! It's got an interesting flavor that doesn't get enough love.
Oh geee...a lot of stuff. Some Japanese candy/snacks, a dog pen, dog cookie cutters, coffee, prickly pear candy, finger puppets, dog licorice, some stickers, decals, and buttons! Probably a few other things I'm forgetting about.
April showers blizzards bring spring frozen flowers!
I finished putting together a package for a pengalpal friend I have in Washington. Yanno, the one with the husky that eats spaghetti.
I'm pretty certain I asked Patch to not use that account again.
However, I have created a solution that doesn't involve banning or warnings: merging! This tool has only been used one other time in Canterlot's history. Congrats Patch, you trailblazer you!
(Seriously if you make another account in defiance of my site policy I'll knock your teeth out -- I've always wanted a dinosaur tooth necklace!)