February 11, 2002 :: 12:25 a.m.
the cooking man of iron goes down
I am shocked and riddled with disbelief.
She just informed me, via my guestbook, that the host of Iron Chef died.
Died. I think I may need therapy. Seriously. Just tonight, I watched him pop some odd round of food into his mouth and wrap his luscious lips around that pepper. I watched him stifle his laughter, doing his best to look solemn and intense while he ravaged ripe vegetables. And now... now, my dream has been shattered. He's dead. Any hope of jumping his bones (no pun intended) is lost. *cries* My life has no meaning.
(I do hope everyone realizes that I'm kidding. Sort of. While I am intrigued by this man and his pepper, I never actually wanted to sleep with him. Really. I swear.)
I made the dough for my cookies, which is now chilling in refrigerator. While I wait for the "chilling period" to be over, I'm downloading fun music and considering playing SSX Tricky. I think that game has taken my soul. I hear its music constantly. Like now. There's nothing on except the computer. No TV, no radio (for once). Nothing. And yet I'm hearing the Tricky music over and over, and no matter how many other songs I attempt to get stuck in my head, it won't stop. Be gone, music of the inferno. I will not allow you to make me your minion.
back & forth
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