Having now been tagged by two people, I suppose I should do this one. Here are five things that are my guilty pleasures.
1. Fast Food. God help me, I know better than this. It's amazing, I will fix some awesome, delicious meal that's both tasty and nutritious, and then a few hours later, I'm all like "Daaaay
-um, I could go for some Cane's right now. Ooh! Or some Whataburger. Or best of all, some Taco Bell!"
2. While we're at it, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. I know it's not made of cheese, people, but that's not the point. I could make pasta with a rich, creamy cheese sauce, but that's not what I crave: I crave that Cheetos-colored macaroni. Cut up some hotdogs in it? Heaven. I wonder if I have a box in the pantry right now... *wanders off* *comes back* I do not. My world is sadness. Moving on.
3. Mariah Carey's Daydream
album. This is totally indefensible, except to say: Girl got pipes! This dates from back when she actually sang, instead of dividing her time between supersonic fluting and wearing ill-considered bandanna headbands in grainy music videos. You know, my only complaint about Daydream
is that "Hero" isn't on it. If it were... I might listen to that album daily.
3a. Also, Celine Dion's album D'eux. Anyway.
4. Speaking of ill-considered headbands, Project Runway
. And Gilmore Girls
. And The West Wing
, Grey's Anatomy
, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
, Battlestar Galactica
, and Four Kings
. And anything on the Food Network where they actually cook (Marc Summers, what the fuck?), but especially guilty for me is Emeril Live
: the man really bothers me, but I can't. stop. watching him.
5. LJ. Seriously, y'all need to post more, because I'm about to wear out my refresh button. Entertain me. I obviously have no other life.
I don't really feel the need to tag anyone in particular, although puppetoflove
's usually pretty funny when she's being self-deprecating.