It's the holidays, why aren't you smiling?

I baked today.

With Leah Fallon.

we're master bakers, so we master baked together.

Seriously though, she found recipes for holiday cookies in either Us or Ok! magazine, so she decided to make cookies off of recipes from Lance Bass, Jessica Simpson, and Fergie. The Simpson cookies were good. They had pudding mix in them so they were rich and yummy. I helped her for abour four of the five hours she was in the kitchen baking.

Yes, she will bake for five hours on a whim.

She's nothing if not committed.

After that, I went to dinner with her father and his boss. She calls it torture, I call it field research. If I'm ever to write believable characters, I should know how people act.

People are strange.

It's christmas! It hasn't hit me like when I was a kid and I just needed the 25th to get here so I could get presents. Now it's like an overall happy feeling all month long. Of course, I tend to be happy all year long, but at least this time I has a reason that I share with the world.

Community.

Of course, christmas is also a reason to play Josh Groban music. Not that I don't play it all year long mind you, but it's different to think of chestnuts roasting on an open fire in December. In December it's fitting, even though I've never had fire roasted chestnuts.

In June, it's just wrong.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa.
Happy New Year.

:D

Adventures in Los Angeles (I'm gonna blog about it!)

First blog post ever on Blogger!

You can blame Carolyn.

I drove the bitch around all day and wasn't even paid for it, god.

We went to L.A. and I surprised Carolyn by saying we were going to make a pit stop at the set of a T.V. show. That's right, I went to the Charmed manor. Hellz yes. After taking various pictures, Carolyn took the opportunity to smoke. She showed me the french inhale. Sexonthebeach.

We then saw Doubt. It works so much better as a play, lemme tell ya. It was good though. I liked it. It translated as best it could.

We headed home for some In- n-out. Cause that's what a hamburger's all about. I can had a cheezburger. Yummy. And here I am blogging about. Just to christen my blog, really.

Also! I went to the Halliwell Manor. I still can't believe it. It was surreal. There was a No on 8 thing on the second floor window. This makes me happy. I shall live there one day. With cats. and cheezburgers. Yes.