I went to the grocery store to buy bread, lettuce, cheese, and avacados. My shopping list was very healthy. Until I walked by the pastry case. A huge donut twist with icing and candy sprinkles was begging to be eaten. I shoved it in my mouth as soon as I got into my car in the parking lot. It was really good. Really, really good. The Stephanie Plum novels have probably had a bad influence on me. Luckily, they don’t sell Tasty Kakes ‘round these parts.
I actually did leave work early today. I skipped out around ten-thirty or so this morning. I was going to wait for the boss to arrive, but she’s so frickin’ slow that I left before she showed her face. I wasn’t feeling all that bad, so I went to the closest video store to rent something. Slim pickings. Everything I had any desire to see, I’d already seen. Everything else sounded boring, unoriginal, or just plain dumb. And, is it just me, or is there an insane amount of cheapo horror movies that all sound the same? I’m a fan of horror movies, but that doesn’t sit right with me. Blech. I ended up with Chicago, which I’ve never seen before. It was pretty okay. Although, I did lose interest about thirty minutes before the movie ended. I turned the sound up and wandered off to wash dishes.
Speaking of movies, Jason keeps a massive list of movies we’ve seen together in the last couple years. One day I’ll have him e-mail it to me so I can post it here. Then everyone can give me suggestions on what movies I should see that are tragically missing from the list. I always end up browsing Netflix on slow days at work because I’ve run out of recommendations.
Jason and I are watching the last episode of Firefly tonight. I might cry. I don’t want it to end. We still have to watch the movie, so that will be something to look forward to later this week.
Last night I finished the first novel in the His Dark Materials trilogy. I’m eager to start the second novel right away, though I’m not sure if I’ll have time tonight. I highly recommend the series to anyone who enjoys fantasy novels. I’m in love with Iorek.
I caught the very end of an X-Files episode on television today. Everytime I sit down to watch an episode, I remember how much I ‘ship Mulder/Scully. It’s perfect. Until Chris Carter fucked it up at the end of the series with the weirdo baby and the relationship-that-never-was. I’m off to read some MSR.
I actually did leave work early today. I skipped out around ten-thirty or so this morning. I was going to wait for the boss to arrive, but she’s so frickin’ slow that I left before she showed her face. I wasn’t feeling all that bad, so I went to the closest video store to rent something. Slim pickings. Everything I had any desire to see, I’d already seen. Everything else sounded boring, unoriginal, or just plain dumb. And, is it just me, or is there an insane amount of cheapo horror movies that all sound the same? I’m a fan of horror movies, but that doesn’t sit right with me. Blech. I ended up with Chicago, which I’ve never seen before. It was pretty okay. Although, I did lose interest about thirty minutes before the movie ended. I turned the sound up and wandered off to wash dishes.
Speaking of movies, Jason keeps a massive list of movies we’ve seen together in the last couple years. One day I’ll have him e-mail it to me so I can post it here. Then everyone can give me suggestions on what movies I should see that are tragically missing from the list. I always end up browsing Netflix on slow days at work because I’ve run out of recommendations.
Jason and I are watching the last episode of Firefly tonight. I might cry. I don’t want it to end. We still have to watch the movie, so that will be something to look forward to later this week.
Last night I finished the first novel in the His Dark Materials trilogy. I’m eager to start the second novel right away, though I’m not sure if I’ll have time tonight. I highly recommend the series to anyone who enjoys fantasy novels. I’m in love with Iorek.
I caught the very end of an X-Files episode on television today. Everytime I sit down to watch an episode, I remember how much I ‘ship Mulder/Scully. It’s perfect. Until Chris Carter fucked it up at the end of the series with the weirdo baby and the relationship-that-never-was. I’m off to read some MSR.
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