Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.

[slipjig3]

So. How deep does my dorkiness run?

This morning, as we were trying to wake up, I cuddled up with rafaela, knowing she was not even remotely in the mood for cuddling, for the sole purpose of cuing a Boondock Saints quote.

Ladies and gentlemen, such is my pathetic metaculture-saturated cross-referential life. I need intervention. Or maybe just some coffee. Cafe Latte. Twist of lemon. Sweet 'n' Low. Oh, dear God in heaven, I need to stop this.... (Onion bagel. Cream cheese. Gahh!)

Hey, lbitw? I hope you're proud of yourself.

Comments

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

Onion bagel. Cream cheese. Yum.

*is enabling*

Oh, and I also think mine is an evil laugh.

[fibro-witch.livejournal.com]

Which one?

[lonita.livejournal.com]

See, now you've gone and made me want cream cheese, and I've none! *sob*

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

It's really all my fault.

[weyrdbird.livejournal.com]

Now I have a craving for bagels, lox and cream cheese.
And Matzoh Ball soup. And it's too cold/late to fix that:D.
It really is a great movie, Boondock Saints.
Haven't seen an "explain your way out of a situation" story this good since I read The Monkey Wrench Gang by Edward Abbey.