D'okay.
Hey, can somebody tell me how tofu tastes? Does it taste like any other food out there, or does it have a taste of its own? I'm curious. And if it's something that I'll actually enjoy, that'll be one more healthy thing I can tolerate. So, yeah, what does tofu taste like?
Anywho, my niece knocked over the candle warmer and spilled wax all over the side of the leather sofa. As such, I spent the last hour scraping hardened wax off the couch with a spatula. Talk about busy work.
You know what? I love the rain. It's been raining here for the past 5 days or so, and everyone except me is in a horrible mood. I feel great!
In other news, Netflix has put me in a whirlwind of nostalgia that'll have me walking down Memory Lane for the entire summer. I had originally signed up for Netflix back in March, merely for the free 15-day trial. The plan was to watch the first half of The O.C.'s Season One set. But then when I finished that, I wanted to watch the last few seasons of Felicity (because I had totally dropped out after the first season). And then I worked my way back to the 1990s and got House Party, House Party 2, and Class Act. And then when I finished my Kid-N-Play fixation, I had a hankerin' for a few B-list Brat Pack movies that I remembered as a kid ...
You see the pattern here.
And now, three months later, I'm at 1985 reliving my childhood by watching the first two seasons of Jem and the Holograms. Next on the list is Punky Brewster. But then I'm done! Seriously!
I hate when the volume on my television goes up during commercials. That's so damn annoying.
I'm so hungry. But it's midnight and there's nothing good about eating anything this late.
Anywho, my niece knocked over the candle warmer and spilled wax all over the side of the leather sofa. As such, I spent the last hour scraping hardened wax off the couch with a spatula. Talk about busy work.
You know what? I love the rain. It's been raining here for the past 5 days or so, and everyone except me is in a horrible mood. I feel great!
In other news, Netflix has put me in a whirlwind of nostalgia that'll have me walking down Memory Lane for the entire summer. I had originally signed up for Netflix back in March, merely for the free 15-day trial. The plan was to watch the first half of The O.C.'s Season One set. But then when I finished that, I wanted to watch the last few seasons of Felicity (because I had totally dropped out after the first season). And then I worked my way back to the 1990s and got House Party, House Party 2, and Class Act. And then when I finished my Kid-N-Play fixation, I had a hankerin' for a few B-list Brat Pack movies that I remembered as a kid ...
You see the pattern here.
And now, three months later, I'm at 1985 reliving my childhood by watching the first two seasons of Jem and the Holograms. Next on the list is Punky Brewster. But then I'm done! Seriously!
I hate when the volume on my television goes up during commercials. That's so damn annoying.
I'm so hungry. But it's midnight and there's nothing good about eating anything this late.