pretty!

My goal today seems to have been: stay out of the house as much as possible.

I mean, dude. It's in the 90s, and my house has annoying children. What would you do?

So. This afternoon, I went to the movies and saw Underworld. Thoughts: Kate Beckinsale is pretty. The movie is pretty.

And this evening my mother took me out to Target and bought new clothes for the first time in ages. Thoughts: my new clothes are pretty.

On a completely different note, a week ago fox1013 asked me what I wanted her to write for me. I replied jokingly that she shouldn't leave it open for me like that, because I could request [insert perverted dirty wrong pairing here]. Before I could give her my real requested, Fox chirped "Okay! I can handle that!"

The sad part of this story, of course, is that by now, I actually want to read said perverted pairing. What's even worse is that I told molly36 this story and convinced her to write it for me, too.

The Internet is a sadly corrupting place.