Ok, so I'm definitely not waxing nostalgic with the new Charlie's Angels. Maybe if I could be 11 years old again, I'd like it?

Is it Friday yet?

Can't put my fingers on it, but just feel yucky. Maybe it's the gloomy weather.

Why is it that even three-day weekends never seem long enough?

So close to finishing my chunky scarf I can taste it.

One final custard cone of the season from Rita's. I guess winter's really, truly coming. Le sigh...

I love you, Grey's Anatomy, but last night? That was just STOOPID.

Oh, Knit Picks, why do you tempt me so?

RIP Steve Jobs... did you know in 1976 that you would one day change the world?

Ok, so I changed my mind about Glee. Go, Harry Shum!