Hey, America, I forgot to say thanks last week.
Here's a picture of Jonathan Taylor Thomas that will soon be gracing the wall above my bed.
I can't wait for the next time I bring a guy home (projected date: Never-ember, 2025) and he can be all ready to lay with me ("lay with me", what is this, the bible?) and then he'll see ol' JTT and my Andrew Shue READ poster and either make an excuse to leave or get turned on, and then I will know I am in love.
Oh and P.S. I had two Thanksgiving dinners and a whole bunch of other food this weekend, obviously. I also did nothing but sit around, watch movies, and sleep for 12 hours in a row a couple times.
Estimated caloric intake: Infinity calories.
Estimated calories burned: 1 calorie.
Total weight gain: -3 pounds.
Yes, I am the only person in the world (United States) who lost three pounds after a gluttonous, slothful Thanksgiving weekend. Kudos, me.
Being thrust into an environment of constant, inescapable social interaction as I was this weekend is totally exhausting. I had a fabulous time, and I loved everyone I was with, but it's just too much for my feeble, introverted soul to manage. There's even a difference between sitting and watching Young Guns II with a group of people not saying anything and sitting and watching Xena alone with a hungry cat. So last night was a night of totally welcome decompression. I relaxed so hard... well, except during Gabrielle's emotional turmoil episode. That was taxing.
More weekend statistics:
Animals killed for my gratification: 2 turkeys, approx. 3 pigs, 2 chickens, 1 cow, and whatever the hell gives its life to make Jimmy Dean sausage
Shitty movies watched: 5 billion
Good movies watched: Like 2
Totally Awesome movies watched: 1. Bolt. Yes.
Hours on a bus: 13
Hours I wanted to kill myself on a bus: 12
Posters of Jonathan Taylor Thomas purchased: Only 1 so far.