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Nov. 2nd, 2011 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bei
at, at a place of, near; while or during (a situation)
bei dem/beim Bäcker
bei dir (at your place)
bei dem/beim Turm (at the Tower)
bei der Kajüte (at the cabin)
bei dem/beim Weinhaus!
beim Chatten
beim Fernsehen
mit
with; by means of
mit dem Auto
mit dem Fahrrad
mit dem Flugzeug
nach
after; to
nach Berlin
nach Deutschland
nach Hause
nach München
And in the category of Things I Do Not Get: having to own 10 pairs of shoes because I'm a woman. Or maybe I'm not a real woman. I own four pairs of shoes that do not involve performance in some way, because for performance I wear costumes, and that's a different category. But. Four pairs of shoes. Black thick-sole hiking sneakers, sneakers, black biker boots, and brown leather sandals. I do not wish to own or intend to own more than that. But apparently as a woman I am somehow obligated to own, lust after, or think about owning at a minimum ten pairs of shoes? I will grant that I probably should have a pair of dressy shoes but if I ever go to an occasion where my black biker boots don't cut it, I'll probably have ample warning to go out and pick up a pair. Or I'll wear my black sneakers over pants long enough to hide that they're sneakers. I just don't get the shoe lust. Clothes lust I get, I will freely admit that I drool over outfits in stores and all. But the only thing I want my shoes to do is protect my feet and keep me from falling. And, occasionally, be stompy.
Anyway. In the category of stereotypical women things I DO get? Chocolate cravings goign with PMS. Every month these days it's like clockwork, a week before, woe and more like puffing than bloating, but still. Day of and/or day surrounding? CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE GIVE ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE. It's a bit nuts. Right now it's pretty much a litany of oh god feel puffy ow ow ow CHOCOLATE GIVE ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE ow ow CHOCOLATE feel puffy and weird DID I MENTION THE CHOCOLATE. There may be a hot shower when I get home.
... and then I was suckered into writing self-indulgent (and other people indulgent) Supernatural AU fanfic. How. How in the hell. At least it gives me something to write in a bit at a time that isn't any of my original projects. Go go mental floss?





