i was all set. i had so many things to tell you.
i was going to tell you about my awesome Canadians-have-it-in-October Thanksgiving dinner…
(come on…not bad for a first-ever-effort!)
i was going to tell you about my newest obsession.
oh, yes, True Blood IS that good. (well, with the exception of the Shannen Doherty-esque Alberta-sized gap between Anna Paquin’s two front teeth) (and i do have to un-learn most of the things i learned about Vampires from the Twilight series…since so much is different, especially since now Vampires all came out of the coffin. heh.)
i was going to tell you about the awesome commercial i dug up while researching what the heck a McDLT is…because, apparently, many of you miss it…
i was going to tell you about how even though i love Robin Scherbatsky and her alter ego Robin Sparkles
and i get that her Canadian accent is supposed to be, well, ironic. or something.…but it’s just so irritating. couldn’t they have at least made her sound slightly Canadian and not some Fat Bastard/mildly slow Irish man hybrid?
but then something happened on my way to work.
something bad.
i was sitting in my car at a red light, waiting to pull into Tim Horton’s when i saw him. to my right. wearing flannel pajamas, which i thought was funny, in a i-totally-wish-that-i-was-wearing-mine type of way, not in a what-the-hell-is-a-grown-man-doing-out-in-them way. and then he pulled it out.
pulled.it.out.
i tried to look away and focus on something other than his, um, bits and the giant joker-like smile he had plastered on his face while he, um, tugged, at um, him, um, self.
i will never recover from this.
is 8:00am too early to start drinking?
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