saturday morning

it's saturday morning, 11.17am. terry's still in bed so i'm watching semi-homemade cooking starring sandra lee. without a doubt, sandra lee is terry's most hated food network personality. but he's still in bed, so he doesn't have an opinion. i'm not sure why i watch semi-homemade cooking with sandra lee, because a) nothing she makes ever looks good; b) i don't like adding weird pre-made shit (re: condensed soup, spice packets, canned chicken) to my cooking; and c) let's just face it, the bitch is a freak. i hope that george lam is reading this, because he'll be the only one i know what i'm talking about. so, george: have you noticed that sandra lee makes some really strong, involved, fucked-up alcoholic beverage at the end of every show? she's the epitome of get-mommy-her-cocktail.

in other news, my car was rear-ended last night. as soon as we were hit, i thought to myself--or maybe i screamed to terry, who knows anymore--hasn't my car been through enough in the last year!? Apparently, the collision gods heard my plea, because my car suffered but a scratch, whereas the woman who hit me is gonna have to replace her bumper. and she's the one in an SUV. go HONDA! like i've always said, japs can do two things: work, robot-like, 22 hours a day as they bustle around tokyo, their overcrowded capital city, and build a mean car! ok, so i've never said that, but i wanted an excuse to type the word "jap" for the first time in my life.

i've just realized that this is the second time an anti-asian slur has appeared in my 'blog, yet they're quite possibly my favorite minority. let me apologize: domo arigato!