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Welp, one week into 2012 and already I've blown my perfect LJ attendance. (It was the weekend! I had no concept of space or time! I was on the moon! With Steve!)
Not much to report tonight. I came downstairs and there was food EVERYWHERE. Chicken fries, jalapeño hummus, cheese and those buttery crackers (wait, chicken fries?), strawberries and apple slices and pineapple chunks (like, not fried chicken, fries made out of chicken?), and that was in addition to Actual Dinner. Obviously, this means that some sort of Game must be On. Apparently there is some sort of championship game on tonight, between us and LSU. Something. Is Tebow involved? Tebow's not in college football anymore, I guess. However, birthday and Christmas have allowed me to lay in a stock of purple nail polish, so I will be applying a second coat of Hell to the No in the blessed quiet of the Fortress of Solitude. Which is simply a place in our hearts at the moment, but I do believe I have chosen what I want for my actual secret lair: a DOME HOME.
(I particularly like the white one with the balcony. Y'all come on by, I'll tell the frickin' laser sharks you're coming.)
Not much to report tonight. I came downstairs and there was food EVERYWHERE. Chicken fries, jalapeño hummus, cheese and those buttery crackers (wait, chicken fries?), strawberries and apple slices and pineapple chunks (like, not fried chicken, fries made out of chicken?), and that was in addition to Actual Dinner. Obviously, this means that some sort of Game must be On. Apparently there is some sort of championship game on tonight, between us and LSU. Something. Is Tebow involved? Tebow's not in college football anymore, I guess. However, birthday and Christmas have allowed me to lay in a stock of purple nail polish, so I will be applying a second coat of Hell to the No in the blessed quiet of the Fortress of Solitude. Which is simply a place in our hearts at the moment, but I do believe I have chosen what I want for my actual secret lair: a DOME HOME.
(I particularly like the white one with the balcony. Y'all come on by, I'll tell the frickin' laser sharks you're coming.)
