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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
I love Good Eats. This show always cracks me up. :D And earlier on Food Network, there was a show on where some folks were making these really amazing gingerbread houses.
Also, since I flipped past it earlier--in favor of The World Is Not Enough: Robert Carlyle! Even if his villain was pretty weak-sauce in concept. Against: Denise Richards. She cannot act her way out of a paper bag.
A random aside from my time on the road yesterday: I passed by a highway exit going to Sims Rd! LMAO! If it had been called Sims Way, I'd have been completely owned, because the street in The Sims is called Sim Way, but I was still amused, because I'm a neeerrrrrd.
I called my house earlier and James didn't pick up, so I'm hoping that means he went to his grandma's house already, and that they'll let him get some sleep. Everybody should spend Christmas with someone they care about.
I miss my place already--my parents tend to keep the house cold, and my old bed is long gone, so I'm currently sleeping in a queen size which is very comfortable, but it feels a little odd to be sleeping in it alone. I think that mostly, when I go out of town, I just miss all my own things. It seems like I develop odd attachments to the few creature comforts I own outright. At least I have Ed (the car), though--I can look out the window and think, "ye-eah, that's my ride, yo!" Or you know, something equally dorky-sounding.
Gah, what is it about Emeril that makes me want to gouge my own eyes out? Annoying.
( Year In Review Survey )
I *am* the trigger, bitches. ;p
Anyhoo, I'd better read and go to sleep--we're supposed to be head out for Grandpa's at 9a tomorrow.
I love Good Eats. This show always cracks me up. :D And earlier on Food Network, there was a show on where some folks were making these really amazing gingerbread houses.
Also, since I flipped past it earlier--in favor of The World Is Not Enough: Robert Carlyle! Even if his villain was pretty weak-sauce in concept. Against: Denise Richards. She cannot act her way out of a paper bag.
A random aside from my time on the road yesterday: I passed by a highway exit going to Sims Rd! LMAO! If it had been called Sims Way, I'd have been completely owned, because the street in The Sims is called Sim Way, but I was still amused, because I'm a neeerrrrrd.
I called my house earlier and James didn't pick up, so I'm hoping that means he went to his grandma's house already, and that they'll let him get some sleep. Everybody should spend Christmas with someone they care about.
I miss my place already--my parents tend to keep the house cold, and my old bed is long gone, so I'm currently sleeping in a queen size which is very comfortable, but it feels a little odd to be sleeping in it alone. I think that mostly, when I go out of town, I just miss all my own things. It seems like I develop odd attachments to the few creature comforts I own outright. At least I have Ed (the car), though--I can look out the window and think, "ye-eah, that's my ride, yo!" Or you know, something equally dorky-sounding.
Gah, what is it about Emeril that makes me want to gouge my own eyes out? Annoying.
( Year In Review Survey )
I *am* the trigger, bitches. ;p
Anyhoo, I'd better read and go to sleep--we're supposed to be head out for Grandpa's at 9a tomorrow.
