Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Shame on you, Harry Reid!
Go Dodd.
My problem at the moment is (a) have to finish a bunch of writing by tomorrow so I get paid; (b) my friend Chip sent me some really delicious toffee. Which I can't stop eating. But I haven't had dinner.
But it's soooo good.
If Lee were around she'd save me from my toffee.
You need the toffee for energy.
Candy for dinner is one of the perks of being a grownup. Of course, then you feel crappy after.
If Lee were around she'd save me from my toffee.
Wuh?
OMG. I accidentally started watching 100 best songs of the 90s on VH1, and I swear to god, if the songs in 100-90 are this awesome (Gett Off, This Is How We Do It, Stay), I am going to have to tape the whole thing. Luckily, it's not all on tonight.
So far the most shocking fandom secret yet. At least the one that made me spit up.
Damn, that ain't right.
OMG. 911 is a Joke. I totally have this cassingle.
I'll stop now.
OMG. 911 is a Joke. I totally have this cassingle.
Ack! I've got to record that. I missed so much of the 90s video-wise.
Yeah, the problem with being an adult is not the ability to have candy for dinner. The problem with being an adult is being able to connect the fact that you had candy for dinner with the fact that you feel like crap afterwards. It would have happened to you as a kid, too, just you would have had two completely unrelated experiences. First, the pure joy of candy eating, unsullied by regret. Then, the sickness, untainted by any memory of candy eating.
Fuck. I just remembered something I forgot today. I really hope it isn't as critical as I thought.
