I'm on a diet, and I've been doing pretty good with the whole not eating crap thing, but today someone was cooking something in the kitchen and damn if it didn't smell good. No clue what it was, but it smelled like homefries and it made my PB&J sandwich with an orange seem not so appealing. (I ate the damn sandwich and orange, in case you were wondering.) I haven't really craved anything deep fried in months, but that smelled so good. It made me want a 2-2-2 from Panos.
Under the cut is a stunning picture of myself and my future husband.
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We're in love. Can't you tell from the way he looks at the camera?
Also, match.com sucks for your self esteem. Just putting that out there.
Damn, I really want a fucking 2-2-2.
I'm auditioning for the Kav tonight. So I'm going to have to drive through a snowstorm to audition for a show I probably won't get into. (Cause let's face it, I am not an ingenue.)
Whatever