don't know how to feel about people who talk about themselves as "mommy and daddy" to their damn pets. pretty sure i don't like it, though.
and i seem to have something negative to say about everything tonight and, for some reason, i can't help but share that bitching with all of blogland. is it hormonal? psychological? genetic? all of the above?
ahhh...the west wing. martin sheen as commander-in-chief is soothing.
maybe i should just write him in this november. no, i won't. but i'll bet some people will.
and for those of you who have and admit to watching the sci fi channel, on the evening of the 23rd there is a pretty cool and spooky documentary on m. night shyalaman -- "the buried secret of m. night" or something like that. check it out. it spooked me last night a great deal.
but i'm also a bit of a weenie, so maybe it's going to be rather anticlimactic to others.
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