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So I've definitely been watching waaay too much Food Network lately. Last night I had a dream that Alton Brown was my cooking teacher and he fell madly in love with me, so I had to write him a note telling him that his behaviour was very inappropriate. What the hell? Why can't I have dreams about Jaimie Oliver or even Tyler Florence? Now I can never watch Good Eats again without feeling a little bit icky.
In other news, I'm going to see the Spice Girls in February!!! (Thanks Kyle! I'll pay you back soon, I swear.) The thirteen year old girl inside of me is so frickin' excited! And the twenty-two year old woman on the outside feels slightly embarrassed for that girl.
Also, I'm coming home next week, so if anyone wants to hang out in Scarlem and make Christmas cookies or something, call me.
In other news, I'm going to see the Spice Girls in February!!! (Thanks Kyle! I'll pay you back soon, I swear.) The thirteen year old girl inside of me is so frickin' excited! And the twenty-two year old woman on the outside feels slightly embarrassed for that girl.
Also, I'm coming home next week, so if anyone wants to hang out in Scarlem and make Christmas cookies or something, call me.