Lunch Musings

[bjarvis]

I love bananas. Outside of cuyahogarvr and kent4str, they're probably my favourite fruit.

Bananas by themselves, banana bread, banana muffins, banana ice cream... it's all wonderful.

I generally prefer my chocolate uncontaminated with misc fruit flavourings but I make an exception for bananas. Bananas dipped in dark chocolate fondue, chocolate chips in banana muffins... Mmmmm.

OK, the carbon footprint for importing them is astronomical, but since I don't drink coffee --another huge carbon offender-- I don't feel too bad.

Just sayin'.

Comments

[madknits.livejournal.com]

Imagine if people had to give up coffee to decrease their carbon footprint.
Or vanilla.
Or bananas.
Or mangoes.
Or....

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

I suspect dropping vanilla, bananas and such would annoy people but we'd live. But dropping coffee might cause the economy to crash by 25% or more in lost productivity. :-)

[madknits.livejournal.com]

Yeah, all those people unable to wake up in the morning without their daily Whorebucks fix!

LOL

[bootedintexas.livejournal.com]

I never got the whole coffee thing (which of course seeing my brother fall over himself for a cup of coffee makes it even more humorous to me).

i just never liked it.

[madknits.livejournal.com]

While I love the smell of coffee, I can't abide the taste. I wake up bright and early, all bright eyed and perky, with a song in my heart and a hardon in my jammies a smile on my face.

[bootedintexas.livejournal.com]

note to self....

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I'll have to look for coffee-scented candles or such. :-)

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

with a song in my heart and a hardon in my jammies

you wear jammies?

(no, for moi (unlike Marilyn), the answer to the question "what do you wear to bed" is NOT "Chanel number 5, of course")

[madknits.livejournal.com]

Um, no, I don't wear jammies. Nothing comes between me and my flannel sheets.

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

Um, no, I don't wear jammies. Nothing comes between me and my flannel sheets.

PHEW that's a relief. had me alarmed for a minute there.

[madknits.livejournal.com]

I did date someone who did in fact wear jammies. After we'd "do it", he would get up and put them on, despite my insistence that cuddling nekkid after doing the deed was part of the fun.

We didn't last too long.

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

I'm not surprised that the relationship turned out to be ephemeral.

The last time I owned jammies was when I was 21 and had had a car smunch, followed within hours by the surgical removal of my (by this point ruptured) spleen. I was in hospital for 3wks, and my mum brought me jammies, which I appreciated, much better than the indignighties Scarborough General was providing.

These days, if it's cold, I might wear a Tshirt or sweatshirt to bed. And if I'm unwell (and getting the chills), or in a group where being clothed is appropriate, I'll wear sweats.

but I'm in bed ALONE in those situations. I find that if there are 2 in the bed, it's pretty warm, and I don't need (much less want) clothing in the way. And, as you say, cuddling skin-to-skin is much more fun.

N in the bed / and the little one said / roll over! roll over! / so they all rolled over / and one fell out / there were (N-1) in the bed / and the little one said ...

[madknits.livejournal.com]

N in the bed / and the little one said / roll over! roll over! / so they all rolled over / and one fell out / there were (N-1) in the bed / and the little one said ...

This was my favourite song as a little kid, and I would always make my aunties sing it to me.

I'll wear shorts and a t-shirt if I'm crashing on someone's sofa, but generally, prefer to be nekkid in bed.

That said, one time I was sharing a hotel room with 3 friends, two each in a bed. We woke up, and after showers, David made sure he had on gym shorts and a t-shirt, Peter and I were in boxers and no shirts, and Dean was completely naked. Needless to say, Dean and I had shared a bed that night. And we did more than just sleep.

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

leaving Peter and David (clothed in some form, one assumes) in the other bed, literally as the audience, listening to you and Dean having naked fun. (I'm assuming your boxers got abandoned, maybe I'm being presumptuous here). Did P&D behave themselves? or were you having too much fun to notice?

most amusing.

though I must allow, slut that I am, I'd've been tempted to ask if I could join in.

[madknits.livejournal.com]

The boxers were lost right after I pulled the covers up.
Dean and I waited until we were damn sure our roommies were asleep, and even then, one woke up. Apparently the noise we made in the shower the next morning woke one of them up, too.

*sigh*

And slut that I am, I would have said "yes".