I was curious if The Secret Circle was a good book (I think it's a series?) that just didn't adapt well to television. The idea was interesting enough, but if I downed a shot for every time someone in the show said, "I knew your mom!" or "We have to bind the circle!" I'd be smashed by the third episode. I see why it got canned after the first season.
Well, when you grow up in a house with two siblings of the same gender as you, similar size and similar taste in clothes, it's something you end up saying not infrequently, especially when you try to go through the laundry basket in the dark.
However, I suspect that was not the situation for LiLo.
I said "these aren't my pants" a LOT as a kid. Each kid had their own laundry basket for clean clothes (that never made it to the dressers), and they tended to overflow from one to the other quite frequently. I'd make it from the den (laundry area) up to the kitchen and get just enough light to see that those jeans are entirely too small, say that line, and go back down in the den to try again.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Here, I'll make it easy for you, Da9nd2ri3dge. Just circle one of the answers below:
I did not know
A) Panda was so damn FINE.
B) Octomom has gone to rehab.
C) Tomorrow is Halloween!!!
D) Smashwords has The Sigils: Volume One for free.
E) All of the above.
On a side note, Lady Friend had a moment of cognitive dissonance at a Chinese restaurant the other night because mariachi music was playing over the speakers.
Now I need to watch Practical Magic.
Journal on depression/anxiety
Curing IBS-C with Vitamin C and magnesium citrate.
I'm the Halloween Scrooge on the block this year. Eye of the Storm will be dressing up Sauron and Shelob in little costumes to go trick-or-treating, and I just can't do it. I can't listen to these horrible dogs bark all year and then coo over what cute angels/devils/bumblebees they are on my porch.
Panda is going out to dinner far, far away tonight.