Nothing new since the heater debacle, maybe a loverly case of bad food at Longhorn. I suppose it's a good thing that my list of places where I can go eat out without episodes of barfing is dwindling. Since when is it okay to slop a ladle-full of butter and an entire salt lick on a steak and not have some kind of disclaimer? Bloody hell, if fucking Lip Balm gives you a disclaimer, so should places that give you a meal they don't expect you to survive. "By the way old girl, though this beef may seem delicious and shiny, you probably won't see another game of Cricket after eating it, Cheeri-o!
My new Drug of choice is Carnivale, it's got all the elemets a Buffy fan would love, Light, Dark, Miracles, Demons, Ghosts, Midgets, and super hot and unwaveringly sweaty Nick Stahl. Crossing my fingers that James Marsters makes a guest appearance in season 2.
Oh yeah, and Christmas.
Fucking Christmas.
I feel so damn distant about the whole thing. Maybe it's because for two consecutive years my Grandma has given me Rain-X, which you would think is bad enough. What's worse is that on the packet, tauntingly, are the cheery, fuck-you words "Free Sample!".
Which only leads me to one question...

Where the hell did my Grandma get so many free samples of Rain-X from?
I guess I do have one thing to look forward to;

2005.

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