Bey-Bey-Cue?

There's this place about a block from my dorm that is more famous for its advertising than for its actual food. The advertising consists of a short, rotund man who stands on the corner of 8th and University who speaks what we estimate to be about three words of english: "Bey Bey Cue?" while trying to foist flyers onto you. Last semester, someone began collecting these flyers and papering someone else's door with them. Anyway, tonight we went to the actual restaurant and it was a lot less sketchy than I was expecting it to be, given the flyers. It was also surprisingly good for the price (Most of the menu was under ten dollars), although I didn't eat any actual BBQ on account of this troublesome thing of me keeping kosher.

My keeping kosher, by the way, is done less out of religious conviction, and more out of habit and the strange conviction that, if I don't, I will have something of an allergic reaction to the offending piece of shrimp. So I had a salad and it had beans and guacamole in it and it was delicious.

I don't find SNL very funny. Some weeks it cracks me up but tonight its kind of falling flat :| So far they've done not one but two lame skits about Don't Ask Don't Tell, both of which descended into weirdly unfunny gay stereotypes in under three minutes. This must be some kind of world record or something.

All my pants and sheets came out of the dryer still wet today.

On Valentine's Day, I intend to celebrate in the way proposed by Mr. Ashton Kutcher: by telling all the people I can't stand just how much I hate them. I will send out cards that read, "Dear you, Congratulations! You're a bitch! No love, me."

I am really looking forward to it. :)

(I am probably not brave enough to actually do this.)

(I love NCIS marathons, even if I never pay attention enough to actually follow the episodes.)