John Stewart was the best

Oscar host ever. He needs to have a similarly smart and funny but less famous and unmarried younger brother. I was feeling the pressure change in my head all day so I ended up staying home to watch the
Oscars. I made sure to call my bother when
March of the Penguins won because it is one of his new favorite movies ever. ("Jill, there are two things I take very seriously in life: soccer and penguins.") Freud made sure to start whining to go out right before they announced every important award, and I managed to

burn my finger on the oven while taking out my pizza quite early in the evening. Even though I got cold water on it almost immediately, it still blistered and hurts like a mother. I put snow in a plastic baggy because I had no ice in my freezer and now I'm alternating between ice baggies, frozen pizza, and frozen steaks while smearing After-Burn gel all over the damn thing.

Ask me about my new Mr. Aaron dilemma. I don't want to post it on here due to paranoia, but I'd love to get any and all friends' opinions.
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Heh. Snow. Guess what I got on Saturday? A sunburn. That's right. I'm red. You know how i got it? Watching baseball. Uh-huh. It was a day game. 85 degrees.
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