I don't know why I love you like I do...I don't know why, I just do

And this is my life...

I've been watching the Food Network for a very long time. A very very very long time. I've seen them alllll. And by all, I mean all...you know, Bobby, Emeril, Giada, Paula, Rachel, Tyler, the weird guy...Elton? I'm not really sure why, I'm just sitting here and there it is.

My dog, Buddy, has been carrying his ball around all day long, going between me, my brother, and my mom. I think he starts attacking it whenever people stop paying attention to him, which is an effective tactic because we always starts either yelling at him or playing with him whenever he does it, since he only picked the ball out a few days ago. That's right, Buddy picked out his ball. He went to the store, and that's what he came back with. No lie.

Awww...Rachel Ray got mugged twice. Poor dear. I'm not a big fan...she's a bit perky...but that's horrid. I'd pat her if I could. On the head.

I also tried to watch Heroes on NBC.com, but my computer overheated after the first part. :sigh:

Oh. Today, while I was sitting at my window seat, over 136 motorcycles passed by. It was the weirdest thing. My windows started rattling and the furniture was shaking and then I turned around and looked out the window and there was bushels of them! Just driving through my itty bitty town... I mean, I live on a relatively busy street, but seriously...136+motorcycles? And I counted them. I didn't count them all because I didn't start counting until after a minute or so, but I counted 136. That's what I did.

Motorcycle is a very hard word to type, I think.