Random Pie

• Corey has been reading a book I bought for him.  It's about the pilot who landed a plane in the Hudson River.  I bought it for a buck at the book sale and he is not sure why the library would do such a thing.
• I buy cheap books.
• Sorry Borders.
• As much as I try to make a big lunch count as lunch and dinner, by 10pm my stomach revolts.
• But then I'm thankful for my lazy streak that keeps me from darting to the kitchen and eating shredded cheese by the fistful.
• Corey thinks I'm a certifiable weirdo.  I like to watch alien movies/TV shows.
• But seriously people, have you seen the new TNT series Falling Skies?  Gripping.
• Says the person who tapes Matlock movie marathons.
• My friend is interested in starting her own business and claims my behavior is screwing up the demographics.
• There are always outliers, my friends.  And I'm them.
• But sometimes I'm not: I wear a size 8 shoe.  As does most of the world.
• I've been known to sing the praises of fried foods by claiming even a fried turd would taste good, but to set the record straight I do not actually think this to be true.
• But I would like to see someone try.
• I think, though, the Department of Health frowns on this.
• You would think all these bullets are taking away from Friday's confessions.  They're not.  This week has been a doosy.
• It's only Wednesday.
• It's only Wednesday??
• I would very much like to reduce the circumference of my saddle bag area.  Corey helps by scooping out heaping mounds of ice cream over a quarter of a razzleberry pie.
• I, um, ate the whole pie.
• So I will start my diet next week.
• Diets are dumb.
• I think best this way.  All random.  It's probably why I've taken a liking to the twitters.
• I like it.  But that doesn't mean I know how to use it.
• You can find me at StacieJoLucas.  Clever.  I know.
• Corey?  No, he's not on the twitters.
• That's all.