I see a red door and I want to paint it black

I'm filling my evening-watching House, like ya do-and in the kitchen I hear a dog doing rotten things. Sounds like he's stealing food-tho how a 10 lb. 6 in. high dog can steal food I'm not sure. I must've been in a time warp-
"Stop what you're doing, black dog."
Black dog.
Baxter.
Son of a bitch.
I hate slips like that.

"You bastard! You did not just throw that dog!'
For the win for best line shouted at a movie screen this decade. Sorry, if I left out any swearing or otherwise paraphrased. Obviously, that's why the people in front of us took their small children home before Sam Jackson got those mothafuckin' snakes off that mothafuckin' plane. Talking during a movie is SO tacky. I can't believe I even go to movies with you.*

*totally a joke, dude

"Hi, honey, just returning your call...So glad you have plans...have fun...talk to you soon."
That's how fun my life appears, Mum gets excited if I do something. Anything. If it isn't staying at home and having a Strangers With Candy-a-thon she's thrilled.



My hair is very dark. I was going for Lisa Edelstein but wound up with Elvira. If I wash my hair enough I should have a semi-reasonable shade on my head by Thursday. Which is only 2 days of people looking at me with that 'is she trying to look like Robert Smith?' look on their face. Thing is, I kinda like it, but it's just that much too dark. Not horrible, but it isn't the color on the box either.