I'm boycotting television. The last time I turned it on, there was this stupidass movie about this woman whose four-year-old kid had died in a car wreck or something, and she was whining incessantly. Bitch. At least she got four years with her child. This all pisses me off to no end.
It's almost Wet Cleanup's fourth birthday, speaking of four years... February 14th, also known as Valentine's Day, for those folks who enjoy wearing pink and making out in public... Wet Cleanup will be receiving a delicious piece of pie for her birthday, courtesy of Helena. Since Helena didn't buy herself a Christmas present this year (nor did she buy anybody else a Christmas present, for which she is terribly sorry), she's expecting that Wet Cleanup will somehow find the means to purchase a couple of presents for Helena. Four years. Somehow doesn't seem all that imporant, really... But any excuse for pie...
Maybe I'll make a pie tonight for Jake and me. Just for the hell of it.
I'm boring myself to tears.
~Helena*