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I just cannot seem to tear myself away from LJ for some reason. I feel like I'm going to miss something major if I do. If any of you have something seriously major to tell me, now is the time because it might get lost in the shuffle of friend entries about perfectly normal days where nothing earth-shattering and emotionally scarring happens and community posts about zombies and knitting. Seriously. I want to stay in the loop here, people.
Best Buy incurs my wrath today for their marked lack of copies of Muriel's Wedding. I had to drive out to Borders (it's nearly twenty minutes away) to get a copy. But the most important part is the fact that I got a copy. Finally. They were airing it on WE or some other vagina-centric basic cable station not long ago and it reminded me how fond I am of it.
Pork chops and mashed potatoes for dinner. Mmmm. Biscuits.
One day, I was driving out of the Krystal parking lot after getting breakfast in the drive-thru. As I was waiting for the opportunity to make a left turn, I happened to catch the eye of a middle-aged man driving a pickup truck. He was contentedly smoking a pipe as he did so. And all I could think was, "Yes. Yes."
More people should smoke pipes. It's classy, you know.
Best Buy incurs my wrath today for their marked lack of copies of Muriel's Wedding. I had to drive out to Borders (it's nearly twenty minutes away) to get a copy. But the most important part is the fact that I got a copy. Finally. They were airing it on WE or some other vagina-centric basic cable station not long ago and it reminded me how fond I am of it.
Pork chops and mashed potatoes for dinner. Mmmm. Biscuits.
One day, I was driving out of the Krystal parking lot after getting breakfast in the drive-thru. As I was waiting for the opportunity to make a left turn, I happened to catch the eye of a middle-aged man driving a pickup truck. He was contentedly smoking a pipe as he did so. And all I could think was, "Yes. Yes."
More people should smoke pipes. It's classy, you know.