Fuck Parkinson’s.
Fuck Parkinson’s.
Fuck Parkinson’s.
Fuck Parkinson’s.
O.k. (click on pic to see tucked in.)
Gud nite, g+.
Here.
Tuck in…zzzzz

Finally.
Been wanting to try this for a long while.
I made three different sugars to go on top of shortbread ***shark bread cookies.
Starting from left :
1.) Violet candy sugar
2.) Culinary lavender sugar
3.) Lemon peel sugar
Each scented thing was mashed into sugar, and then sprinkled on shortbread cookies prior to baking.
These all turned out delishuuus, very lightly flavored but still fragrant and tasty…buttery and YUMMMMM.
Great with a cup of Earl Grey.
Two fins way up for these flavored sugars.

Baked brie brushed with a egg wash and garlic, sliced Envy apple, kiwi, pepperoni from Italy, fig compote, and cranberry jam.
Insane lvls of tasty.
WELL….WE FEEL THE SAME ABOUT YOU, TOO, ASSHOLE.
Thanks to Stripes The Tiger for making me aware of this.
Hopes we all die….what an asshat.
HILARIOUS….
Best comment: Hey look!
It’s the Flying Dutchman
Gud nite, g+

OMGERD lookit!
I got a Mini Me Minifig, and a hottie brunette minifig and the tea shark….which I’ve wanted for a long time now
Thank you so much for the cool fun stuff Stripes The Tiger!
What a jawsome thing to discover in mah shark box!
Tiger and shark alliance is strong!

Audrey Hepburn (Audrey Kathleen Ruston)
Her favorite poem, read at her funeral by Gregory Peck
Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell –
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet both past and forever.
-Rabindranath Tagore

Kita the Asshatcat has a heart on her shoulder.