Grrrrr. Roar. Grrrrr.

I'm just sayin'.

In honor of today's snowfall, I present one of the greatest Christmas songs EVER:

So I was on TV last night.

Gotta say, it was a little weird to see myself in a movie.

(Belatedly) kicking off Friday on a happy note!

I really can't explain the depths of my crush on Lily Allen.

D. and I met her in south Florida when she was playing at the Culture Room - she was having dinner with her band at a nearby pub, and she was very different from the chav-y public persona. She was sweet, humble and friendly as hell.

LOVE HER.

True story.

Dude. I require this.

From Woot, and alas, already sold out, I present a marshmallow shooter.

Not only marketed with the clever "Full Mallow Jacket" key messaging, this weaponry is ideal for annoying Auburn boosters, who are currently patting themselves on the back for firing one of the best coaches in Division 1 football.

Bobby Lowder, I'm looking at you.

Sweet baby Jeebus.

OJ is going away.

can Bill Jefferson be far behind?

Two years, already?

Tuesday marked two years since my father passed away.

This daddy's girl misses him terribly.

That said, this year December 2nd was slightly easier. The best thing I can do, I figure, is just to keep the memory of him alive in my heart, right?

This is for him.



But the holidays are upon us, so D. and I bought a 9' Frasier Fir last night and put it up in our living room.

Thus far, Charlie has peed on it twice.