Finished Six Feet Under today and cried. I’m such a sucker in my old age.
Fun times in our house tonight as we were all sitting in the living room when the bathroom light turned on.
So I got really confused thinking cajón (a new word for me) was the singular version of cojones.
I hate winter. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
My jersey collecting is getting out of hand. Last night I dreamed PSG released a special one that put all previous special ones to shame and now I want it to be real.
I go to the same type of landscape in my dreams a lot. Mountains, hot springs, wildlife (normal kind plus lions wtf). The scenery is seriously spectacular and bad stuff rarely happens. Last night, a big fat black bear wearing a weird diaper was playing in traffic. It was outstanding.
It is impossible to hear “I Want It That Way” — in any situation — and not sing along.
This bothers me because she is wearing one sandal.
Wearing polka dot socks with striped pants today. Oops. Inadvertently Disheveled is my new album title.
It didn’t even taste fishy! What wizardry is this?