It came to me in a sudden burst of inspiration similar to that of Torres's entire performance in last night's match: what is flaxen, tangy, sweet and deceptively-spiky-yet-in-actuality-soft on top? Lemon meringue pie... and my boy Torres.
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Former receptacle of epicurean pornography; current font of verbose musings
I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal.
The author of this blog is a 30 year old female who is extremely passionate (i.e. gets super worked up - either angrily or excitedly, depending on the topic) about books (especially beautiful fiction), feminism, crosswords, Jeopardy! (and basically all trivia in general), bags, makeup, maps, when Queen songs come on at karaoke, mille crepe cake, FRIED TEMPEH, libertarianism (she almost wishes she lived in New Hampshire so that she too could drive around with the state motto 'LIVE FREE OR DIE' emblazoned on her car's backside), beaches, oxford commas, the colour pink, and random lines from movies and television shows.
She is also extremely hyperbolic (though she prefers to call it artistic license, which in turn is just a euphemism for the unfortunate I-make-everything-dramatic syndrome), verbose (thus the generous use of brackets, which niftily contains each meandering, verbose thought in a little package of its own) and employs too many commas in her writing, creating sentences that keep going as long as the proverbial day. She does not make excuses for her verbosity, and never has, even to her many long-suffering schoolteachers who kept drawing red lines through her essays in desperate attempts to drum into her brain that no one really wants to read everything on which she waxes lyrical.
Obviously, these attempts were futile.
She is also extremely hyperbolic (though she prefers to call it artistic license, which in turn is just a euphemism for the unfortunate I-make-everything-dramatic syndrome), verbose (thus the generous use of brackets, which niftily contains each meandering, verbose thought in a little package of its own) and employs too many commas in her writing, creating sentences that keep going as long as the proverbial day. She does not make excuses for her verbosity, and never has, even to her many long-suffering schoolteachers who kept drawing red lines through her essays in desperate attempts to drum into her brain that no one really wants to read everything on which she waxes lyrical.
Obviously, these attempts were futile.
Oh hey.
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- Lollipop; the Office
- Cesc Fabregas is Devil's Food Cake
- Bastian Schweinsteiger is Angel Food Cake
- Chocolate Swirl Cheesecake; Junior's Most Fabulous...
- Dessert; Serendipity 3, Upper East Side, New York
- Pastries; Venieros, East Village, New York
- Brunch; Primorivo Osterio, West Village, New York
- Brunch; Diva, Soho, New York
- Angelo's, Little Italy, New York
- Forgot the name of the restaurant; Murray Hill, Ne...
- Fernando Torres is a Lemon Meringue Pie
- Samir Nasri is a Vanilla Cupcake
- Chocolate Mille Crepe Cake, Food Foundry
- Noir; Starbucks
- Bunet Coffee Flan; Neroteca, Raja Chulan
- MORE DONUTS; J.Co
- Sicilian Ice Cream Cake Cassata; Cipolla, Bangsar
- Cantonese Hor Fun; Madam Kwan's
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