Lost 3 sheep this morning. Like, wicked early this morning. Came out to go to work and found them dead. Cougar did it. Just came in and killed 3 grown sheep. Godamn Cat. Where is Carissa when I need her?
Went to the Doller Store today (I had to, I didn’t want to, but I had to so I did). I was conflicted. I HATE the Doller Store. But they were playing Boogie Wonderland on the in-store sound system, and I love Boogie Wonderland. So you can see my dilemma.
When you go to Costco, the First Rule is ‘keep both hands and their respective digits INSIDE the cart’ DO NOT allow your fingers to drape languidly to the outer edge of the cart handle. MotherFuckers will scrape their cart up against your cart in their frenzy to be FIRST to one of the many ‘sample counters’, shaving large curls of metal AND stray fingers straight-the-fuck OFF. I harbor a love/hate relationship with Costco.
British movies are usually stupid and hard to follow. Except for anything James Bond (Ian Lancaster Fleming is exempt from the above generalized statement)
I do not like dark chocolate.
Accessories will not make me look any less fat. I resent clothing establishments for suggesting that they might.
Lotion does not need glitter or ‘light reflecive luster’ (aka….glitter) added to it. That too, will not make me look any thinner, and I have yet to fool anyone into believing that my inner glow is represented by the sparkley body lotion I have slathered all over every inch of exposed flesh. I’m 36 years old. What the hell was I thinking?
Silver rice noodles in spring rolls are the shit. Especially if they give you plum vinigar sauce to dip them in. Yum.
Mike Ricci is not a good looking man. He went away for a while, and then he came back, and he is still flippin’ ugly. But he’s one of my favorite hockey players EVER. So I do not care what he looks like.
Rain makes me think about people I’ve never met and places I’ve never been. Today, I wished for rain.
I love noodles with spicey peanut sauce. Rachael at Work hates peanut sauce, but I don’t want to share, so I don’t care.
Okay. That’s all.