I think so. My desserts were to die for. Creme brulee should be defined as an orgasm, and its only destination is heaven through the use of taste buds.

To get off topic though, I’m trying to reinstall WoW into my brother’s and my new computer… and it couldn’t be taking ANY longer. Umm, hurry? I would very much like to reenter the world of which orcs and gnomes collide and brotherhood of the undead amongst the humans is only a sob of sweet sorrow. The quests of my fellow horde brethren must be completed and I… I shall once again reign over the lands of an RPG!! Amidst those who cross my path awaits death and destruction.

Yup. 9.8GB left. Myyyy Saturday night. The only Saturday night that I have had off from work in a VERY long time, and this is how I’m spending it. Highest of fives to me.

Picture this:

I have a towel on my head because I just took a shower, I’m wearing my PJs, and I’m listening to old school rap in my parents’ bathroom (which is opened/ connected to their bedroom). Of course, the black side of me starts to dance… and I mean DANCE. Like, grinding the air, dance. I. Am. Going for it. 100%. Hell, now I’m taking it dowwwwn. You go Jeanette, get it.. get it get…”Nunu, can I—” My dad walks in. Lovely, haha. My father just saw my dirty side. Juuuust lovely.