Sinkin' to a New Low

So yeah. I'm bored. I am home. Alone. I actually thought I would have companionship today, but it was not to be. Therefore, I am watching tv. That is the reason for my title. I have just finished the third of three episodes of the Ashlee Simpson Show. Brain cells gone. Mind erased. Ugggghhhh....
No seriously. It wasn't that bad. I mean, I feel for the girl. It's gotta be tough having a blonde idiot for a sister and a money-grubbing, pseudo-gay man for a father. And the mother: what is up with her? I mean, they have all that money, yet she still manages to look like she just walked out of the Norton Virginia Wal-Mart, bug zapper in hand. Oh well. Who am I to judge? I just wish Brittney Spears had a reality show. I would seriously watch that shit. No kidding. Brittney (is that how you spell her name?) mesmerizes me, the same way that mullets and men who drink beer out of cans mesmerize me. I like my over-produced pop-stars a little dirty around the edges. Just not Christina Aguilera dirty. She just makes me mad. Yeah, I can't believe I'm discussing this either.
I am off all of this weekend, which is odd, as I have never been off an entire weekend before without having actually asked for it. I think I will fix a big Sunday type dinner tomorrow. It will be good. I want some homemade lasagna. I want to be in the kitchen all day, and have little smudges of flour on my cheeks.
Well, I should sign off. I think I will work on typing up all these recipes that I have left and then download some music (Come and get me coppers!!!!). I want to get a good Power Ballads cd, that I can blast in my car.
Oh and by the way, I am thinking of starting my own mail-order cheesecake business. Sound good? I think so.