cimorene

i didn't know that it was possible to screw up biscuits, but somehow i have managed. maybe it was the shortening. maybe it was because i didn't sift the flour. i don't think it could be because i didn't roll out the dough and use a cookie cutter? in other food news, after i went to all of that trouble yesterday to find out how to steam spinach, i actually forgot to buy it when i was in the grocery store. so tonight i had all but two of the ingredients for a pizza.

blah blah blah. etc. everything is so quotidian when i don't spend my life on the internet. soothing, but silly to write about. and it's more bothersome to type it out than to experience it...

wow. daniel radcliffe. is so. pretty. i mean. really. his cheekbones. dude.

alright, alright. back to your regularly scheduled programming.

edit: no sooner have i typed it than i am forced to give a little giggle. big gay andy's back from vacation and wants me to do some typing! and he sent me the cutest big gay e-mail that starts with the price of gas and ends with alice's restaurant.