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fandomtownies2009-11-11 05:37 am
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Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (November 11)
Katchoo had a weird and unexplained craving for a tamale this morning -- not sure why, she'd just woken up with it. Not something frozen or from a chain restaurant, either, but the kind of tamale you bought from a street vendor at Sunset Junction, someone selling them out of a drink cooler in a parking lot on Santa Monica and Silver Lake at 2 in the morning. She hadn't had one of those since before she'd stolen Kevin Spacey's steak. Weird way to mark time, but that'd been the day she'd met Emma and after that . . .
Stupid unfulfilled craving. It made for a pensive and really quite frankly quiet Katchoo who went about the usual morning cleanup routine, then sat behind the counter drumming her pencil on the counter beside her sketchbook, staring out the window.
[OOC: I could drink a case of you and still be OCD-free. As with Gabrielle, AFKness pretty much all evening today . . .]
Stupid unfulfilled craving. It made for a pensive and really quite frankly quiet Katchoo who went about the usual morning cleanup routine, then sat behind the counter drumming her pencil on the counter beside her sketchbook, staring out the window.
[OOC: I could drink a case of you and still be OCD-free. As with Gabrielle, AFKness pretty much all evening today . . .]