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!