Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner

I wish that M. Night Shyamalan would come out with another movie soon...and one as good as Signs or the Village.

Today was relatively kick ass in a very laid back mind on my money and my money on my mind kind of way. Chloe and I woke up at 1pm and went to dim sum and then we walked around the International District and bought sour candy and peach juice. She had the worst hangover ever, though, and didn't stop feeling semi-nauseated until 7pm...poor kid. I, on the other hand, was just more thirsty than I have ever been in my life. I usually can't even choke down one glass of water a day, unless I've just had some very aerobic exercise. But today, I swear to God, I had at least ten huge glasses of water.

Then Mitch and Chloe and I watched Dirty Dancing and had a major living room dance party. The reason that every girl I know loves that movie is because the basic moral of the story is that you can be a huge dork, have poofy hair, and not know how to dance, and still end up being gorgeous on stage with an amazing guy who is in love with you. The End. Clearly life would be so much better if we all just lived in the 80's (and impeached Ronald Reagan).

And to end on a complaint...here is my daily wtfuck moment: How can someone in the house be repeatedly leaving their balled-up TP on the bathroom floor? Seriously. It would be fine if you were ocd and somehow nervously crumpled up toilet paper while you were on the pot and tossed it on the ground, but I know what is really happening is that someone is wiping and then missing the toilet with the paper. Ewwww. You would have to be super-duper high constantly to be making that mistake as many times as there were balls of paper next to the toilet tonight. Keep it classy, guys, and watch where your garbahey is going after you wipe.




"When you took your seat I felt as if a woman had come into my bathroom and I had only the sponge to defend myself."
-Winston Churchill