that's when we grab a hold of whatever it is we fell into
Some of you may know that --Jill definitely witnessed it in person-- a bunch of very loud guys live in the penthouse next door. And by that I mean very frequently, I hear loud shouts and screams through the wall. I have come to the conclusion that there are only two possibilities:
A. They have orgies.
B. They play video games.
I just got startled out of my seat by a groan. I swear they must be having orgies. That was not a video game groan, no way. [See, Roz, don't you want to stay with me now?] But onto the important:
Kelsey, I'm so, so, sorry. I am evil. Feel free to comment with your Strong Sad "I'm Evil." icon and pretend it's my face on there. Knowing me, I probably made you cry. [But I could not resist.] I also made it just now after I got home, so sorry if it's a bit shite. At least I also gave you naked Simon Tam!
Today when we got home from studio in a very good mood, McG and I stopped by the deli next door and I picked up some Ben & Jerry's Half Baked ice cream. Once I got into the mailroom, I put the pint of ice cream on the top of the mailboxes. I opened mine up, and it was so full that this week's Entertainment Weekly fell onto me. This week's Brokeback Mountain-themed EW with Heath & Jake on the cover, and I let out a muffled shriek and almost started to cry. I flipped furiously to the review, and they gave it an A! AN A! I grabbed everything from my box, hopped the elevator to the 18th Floor, dropped my backpack down on the couch...and realized that I left the ice cream on the mailboxes. That's right, Brokeback Mountain is so good, it makes me forget about "Chocolate Brownie Fudge meets Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough" flavoured ice cream.
WHY AM I BEING SO FANNISH ABOUT THIS MOVIE? WTF?
I'm freaking out moreso than I did about Serenity, it seems.
Well. Not moreso. Equal to.
Now I have to go eat before my stomach digests itself. Good thing I got the ice cream back from the mailroom! But I have Whole Foods' farfalle, and herbed feta, and pesto, and artichokes to steam. Mmmmfeast.
A. They have orgies.
B. They play video games.
I just got startled out of my seat by a groan. I swear they must be having orgies. That was not a video game groan, no way. [See, Roz, don't you want to stay with me now?] But onto the important:
Kelsey, I'm so, so, sorry. I am evil. Feel free to comment with your Strong Sad "I'm Evil." icon and pretend it's my face on there. Knowing me, I probably made you cry. [But I could not resist.] I also made it just now after I got home, so sorry if it's a bit shite. At least I also gave you naked Simon Tam!
Today when we got home from studio in a very good mood, McG and I stopped by the deli next door and I picked up some Ben & Jerry's Half Baked ice cream. Once I got into the mailroom, I put the pint of ice cream on the top of the mailboxes. I opened mine up, and it was so full that this week's Entertainment Weekly fell onto me. This week's Brokeback Mountain-themed EW with Heath & Jake on the cover, and I let out a muffled shriek and almost started to cry. I flipped furiously to the review, and they gave it an A! AN A! I grabbed everything from my box, hopped the elevator to the 18th Floor, dropped my backpack down on the couch...and realized that I left the ice cream on the mailboxes. That's right, Brokeback Mountain is so good, it makes me forget about "Chocolate Brownie Fudge meets Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough" flavoured ice cream.
WHY AM I BEING SO FANNISH ABOUT THIS MOVIE? WTF?
I'm freaking out moreso than I did about Serenity, it seems.
Well. Not moreso. Equal to.
Now I have to go eat before my stomach digests itself. Good thing I got the ice cream back from the mailroom! But I have Whole Foods' farfalle, and herbed feta, and pesto, and artichokes to steam. Mmmmfeast.