Whining, and cake
Wow. Paris Hilton looks kind of pretty in her "Stars Are Blind" video. How'd that happen? Never underestimate the value of a good makeup artist, I suppose.
Have you ever fallen asleep in the middle of the day, had a dream that it was much later in the day, and then woken up and been completely disoriented? That just happened to me. I keep thinking it's, like, nine in the evening.
So my mom volunteered herself (and by "herself" I mean "us," and by "us" I mean "me") to make the cake for our friend Thom's upcoming wedding. I'm actually sort of excited. I'm going to do a two-tier chocolate butter cake with raspberry glop. It's going to be fantastic, and early tests have been deemed smashingly successful. Oh, I just love weddings! (Hey Bunny -- get married!)
The downside of the whole affair is that Thom's son is the young man for whom I am currently carrying a torch. I just met this "girl" of his, and I am underwhelmed. She's nothing I'm not (not even thin!), and I'm totally smarter than she is. At least I have a platform on which to sulk. And Nathan's sending out these crazy mixed signals and Thom has caught me making sad cow-eyes at Nathan a couple times, and ... ugh. I'm moving to a remote location to be a hermit. This whole human-interaction thing is just too stressful.
Except for all y'all out there who I know are reading this. I love you. Come and visit me on my mountain.