 Giving Myself Chocolate |
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I've decided that the only good things about the month of February are my birthday and sweeps. The weather stinks. It's been raining almost constantly for more than a week. I realize we have it easy compared to most of the country, but we live in the South for a reason. We can handle being wet, but being both wet and cold makes us surly. And even though the forties is balmy to many others crazy enough to live in frigid climates, it's cold to us. So I will continue to complain until the sun comes out. I try to dry my dogs' paws before they come in, but there's only so much I can do. My entire house is covered in a layer of muddy paw prints and will probably stay that way forever. Last night I decided to forgo yoga in favor of baking brownies, and I think I made the most perfect batch ever. I have a tendency to undercook them out of burning paranoia, but this time I cooked them the full 25 minutes, and they rose almost to the top of the baking pan. They're a good two inches thick. They are perfect. I ate two for dinner, slowly pulling apart the warm ooey gooey brownies in their toffee-caramelly-chocolatechippy goodness while watching Friends and Survivor, and clearly my menstrualness and the chocolate overload overtook my brain, because I cried during both. And I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm actually liking ER this season. Thandie Newton is so beautiful that I can hardly believe she is human, and miraculously, Sam has grown on me, even though I still HATE her hair. I think if Luka were ever to leave the show, though, I would stop watching. It might be all about Luka for me. How assholey were Alicia and Big Tom last night when Jenna decided to leave? I didn't really watch Jenna's season because she and Heidi revolted me so profoundly, but how can you stand there and begrudge a woman for wanting to go home to her dying mother? Even if she were full of shit, which we now know that she wasn't, why even take that chance and start spouting off about how you never would have left her in the first place or that you'd stay no matter who died at home. (Big Tom? You really sounded like an asshole right there.) I mean, even Rob Freaking Mariano was able to show some sensitivity, which was astounding. The footnote about her mom dying eight days later really nailed it home. Maybe she really did get some kind of cosmic vibe from the universe that her mom was getting worse. I've certainly believed in stranger things. I adore The Amazing Race and think that no other reality show can touch it, but Survivor at its best definitely gives it a run for its money. After this season, I don't even know how I'll watch it again, because All-Stars is just that good. And Friends. It's strange to watch how different Courteney Cox looks pregnant. Her entire face has changed. I know that a lot of people are bugged by shrill Monica, and I have sometimes been, too, but I think she's really very funny when she gets in these frenzied anal authoritative modes. And Joey can't not be funny, and Phoebe screaming at Monica at the rehearsal dinner was so funny that I rewound it three times. Somehow these three are my favorite three characters. Ross is unbearable, and I've never had a lot of Rachel love, and I know this is so superficial, but I've never liked Chandler as much as I did before Matthew Perry started fake baking and got his teeth capped.
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