October 22nd, 2003


So would you call a chef dressed all in black a Gloom Cooky?

So the Tahoe of Doom has decided it is going to spontaneously die on me at random times. Fortunately, turning the car off and turning it back on make everything fine again, but one of these times it *won't* restart. And then I will be in trouble. It goes to the shop tomorrow.

Alex has agreed to let me put makeup on him, should we ever meet. Someone buy me a ticket to Canada, or buy him a ticket to Texas. *cackle* Poor, poor Alex. He doesn't know what he's getting into. Or maybe he does... and likes it. o.O

Ye gods, I have managed to fuck up hardboiled eggs. Is there nothing I cannot ruin? Despite boiling even a little longer than the appropriate time, they are still soft. Drat. I was going to make chicken salad with the leftover chicken, and it's just not proper chicken salad without hard-boiled egg. Speaking of cooking... Goth senses... tingling. Heeheehee. I won't buy it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to.

I just talked my mother into being the Swedish Chef from the Muppets for Halloween. How great is that? She'll carry around a pot with a fake lobster in it. Bork bork bork!