It's raining food and porn

Funny thing happened to me on the way to dinner. Actually, it was on the way to finding an idea about where to go for dinner. I was doing a casual search on the internet for dining options when I came across a site that listed a bunch of restaurants in the LA area. Imagine my surprise when Crazy Girls popped up on the list! Crazy Girls for dinner! I guess I never pictured much eating going on there. Why do strip clubs serve food, anyway? Bleh!

Meanwhile, it's raining again! Make it stop! Not wanting to expose my water-sensitive hair to the elements, I went to the company cafeteria for lunch (I didn't intend this whole post to be about food, really), where they have a pay-by-weight salad bar. The thing I hate about it (hate is kind of a strong word, actually) is that you have to put your food on this scale in front of the entire line of people waiting to pay. I don't like people looking at my food! Could be just my own food issue. But! The total came out to $2.22, which made me very happy! I love dumb stuff like that, which means I get to celebrate twice a day at 11:11! (It's the only time all four numbers on a digital clock will be the same, you know). I can't wait till 11/11/11! Okay, I'll stop now.

Best thing that happened on my TV last night: Getting to see the South Park boys in sandals! I love when animated characters get out of their normal attire, particularly when it involves shoes. (Boy, I'm sure revealing a lot of my dumbass traits on this post!)

Thing that happened on TV last night that I have an issue with: Okay, so Julie Cooper starred in an adult video when she was "young," which we assume had to be before Marisa was born, which makes it at least 17 years ago. In that case, I have a problem with the otherwise very clever title of the video: The Porn Identity. Obviously, the movie form of The Bourne Identity wouldn't have existed to parody yet. I don't know much about these things, but I'm pretty sure that porn titles aren't based on books! Anyway, maybe the porn director had a time machine or something. Or was a closet bibliophile.