It’s playing again. No lie.
Freaking Dancing With My Father is playing. Again. Worst song. Ever.
I love ice. Ice is my life.
Just saw an old woman with an interesting tattoo on her leg. Then I realized she was just really veiny.
I’m pretty sure the hotel Im staying had a sleep number bed. I’m getting a wine glass and jumping up and down.
Ooh this woman on Oprah left her baby in the car while she was at work and the baby died! Why am I watching Oprah?
Pants = so overrated.
Watching an early episode of Sister, Sister and Molly Shannon is an extra. Hmm.
I couldn’t find the light switch in the movie theatre bathroom and used the light from my iPhone to pee. Baller.
At dinner with teh Canadians. Eh.