"So, learn french or die."

Listening To: Dancing in the Dark - Tegan & Sara

That line from "Across the Universe" kills me everytime. It should be the motto for the Quebec lisence plates. Why not, right? I mean, New Hampshire's is "Live Free or Die." But not everyone in Montreal speaks french, fyi. Tea and cake or Death, Tea and Cake or DEATH (little red cookbook!). Good God, I love Eddie Izzard.

So I've actually purchased a pair of skinny leg jeans. BF Clover and I both bought a pair Friday night, after we had dinner with Red and Wally. Kind of sad that BF Sunny didn't come home, but she did for Thanksgiving, so I guess she couldn't have her cake and eat it too (haha, more cake).

I've also gotten back into the habit of straightening my hair again, which I haven't done since last May or June. Sad really. Everyone at Ye Olde Card Shoppe say they like it that way and apparently it makes me look older. Apparently. So does that mean my rat's nest of curls make me look like I'm still in junior high? Haha.

I guess I'm in a much better mood. I've noticed that my first few posts were kind of rant-y. Definitely not a good thing. But then again, neither is eating 3/4 of a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream while watching a bunch of Romans kill each other. Words cannot express how well ice cream and ROME go together. It was glorious. Especially because Mati and Pati had gone to bed, so I could watch it in the conveince of my cozy room. All by myself. It was fantabulosa! Haha.

And if Donut's not at work again tomorrow, it'll be Donut-free Day #11. I'm really started to get a little bit worried about her.