Candy for dinner is one of the perks of being a grownup. Of course, then you feel crappy after.
'Shells'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
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.
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.
Ack! I've got to record that. I missed so much of the 90s video-wise.
I'm sure it'll be on all weekend...and for weekends to come! It's funny how much of the guitar music I don't know at all. I did not listen to guitar musical at all in the early 90s. Or much in the late 90s, for that matter. I think college was my guitar-music peak.
Edit: Wait, I was in college in the early 90s, not high school. The years, they all blur together.
I just made these [link] and they are yum. Plus I cooked up the leftover syrup and berries and have a good amount of gorgeous red syrup and about two bowls of ice cream worth of cranberry compote.
Why don't I have any ice cream, dammit?