You're Taking Up Half the Bed
Not even FOUR days ago, I was talking to a friend and she made a comment about how she has two cystic acne pimples at the moment (you know, those deep, nasty ones that hurt and stick around forever?) and I made a comment about how much I hated them and I used to get them often, but apparently, my skin "grew up" a bit, and I haven't had one in at LEAST three years.
WELL. LET ME TELL YOU, INTERNETS.
I think the *growth* on the lower, left area of my chin started sometime late Friday; now apparently, I have a new roommate. And she's totally fug. And she isn't even helping out with the rent.
In other news, upon recommendation by a friend, I Netflix'd the 2003 Miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, and it was very, verrrrry, good. Totally not my normal interest, but oh god, I didn't move from the TV for almost three hours last night.
I'm excitedly waiting for the first two discs of the 1st season to arrive tomorrow. OH YEAAAH.
Also: I made a big, huge chicken casserole yesterday morning (I heart vintage recipes) and while it smelled AWESOME, when I attempted to eat it, I practically gagged. It called for a PINT of sour cream, and I was like, "geeze, a pint is quite a bit of sour cream" and then I even looked online to confirm that what I thought was a pint was indeed, correct.
The odd thing is, I can't really tell what was so wrong with it. It just tasted strong, but too salty at the same time, even though other than a small bullion cube, I didn't add any additional salt.
*sigh*
Not like I'm hurting financially or anything, but it still sucks to dump an entire 9x13 pan of "food" in the garbage.
I'm going to attempt it again because it has SUUUUCH potential to be good, but just with my own modifications.
The thing is, it was posted by a woman who was all "this is exactly how my mom used to make it in the 50's! It's so great! Nom nom nom!" and I'm like, holy crap lady, your mid-western tastes are apparently, radically different from my mid-western tastes.
WELL. LET ME TELL YOU, INTERNETS.
I think the *growth* on the lower, left area of my chin started sometime late Friday; now apparently, I have a new roommate. And she's totally fug. And she isn't even helping out with the rent.
In other news, upon recommendation by a friend, I Netflix'd the 2003 Miniseries of Battlestar Galactica, and it was very, verrrrry, good. Totally not my normal interest, but oh god, I didn't move from the TV for almost three hours last night.
I'm excitedly waiting for the first two discs of the 1st season to arrive tomorrow. OH YEAAAH.
Also: I made a big, huge chicken casserole yesterday morning (I heart vintage recipes) and while it smelled AWESOME, when I attempted to eat it, I practically gagged. It called for a PINT of sour cream, and I was like, "geeze, a pint is quite a bit of sour cream" and then I even looked online to confirm that what I thought was a pint was indeed, correct.
The odd thing is, I can't really tell what was so wrong with it. It just tasted strong, but too salty at the same time, even though other than a small bullion cube, I didn't add any additional salt.
*sigh*
Not like I'm hurting financially or anything, but it still sucks to dump an entire 9x13 pan of "food" in the garbage.
I'm going to attempt it again because it has SUUUUCH potential to be good, but just with my own modifications.
The thing is, it was posted by a woman who was all "this is exactly how my mom used to make it in the 50's! It's so great! Nom nom nom!" and I'm like, holy crap lady, your mid-western tastes are apparently, radically different from my mid-western tastes.