I'm picturing it like those hats at football games that hold two beers and have straws to your mouth. Only with rum. And maybe a Santa hat.
And a warrant for your arrest. Inevitably.
But I also don't know what Rumchata is. (I want to scream, "Let's get ready to Ruuuuummmchata!")
Someone needs to buy this: [link]
Ooh. I totally want that shit. Yum.
I bet it would make a NICE boozy rice pudding.
You don't have to read the tweets at this [link] for it to be depressing. Even counting the false positives, watching them speed up made me sad.
I want to make Rumchata buttercream frosting for cupcakes.
I can't work out if the BOTOX has kicked in. Maybe this guy is really good? I don't know what I look like when I make faces...
I still get the vertical line between my brows, but I don't feel like I'm pushing my brows towards each other to get it--rather it's an artefact of squishing them up. And I can raise them? Maybe I used to raise them higher? I don't have the same blank feeling when I tried to frown last time and nothing happened. That was horrible.
Then again, maybe that kicks in next week.
I do, however, have a general my-head-and-shoulders-have-been-abused headache, and it's days old. Dammit.
Why am I watching GA? I don't actually care about these people anymore.
Why am I watching GA? I don't actually care about these people anymore.
I don't know why I'm still watching either. Some of the
Mark stuff was touching, but that was about it. The Arizona scene at the end was predictable.
Scandal:
This didn't feel as good as I remember last season being. Maybe because last season was was so short, it was very fast paced and tightly plotted. I just didn't care as much tonight, and they got rid of the guy I really liked!