The Panda Dance

Well, my minions, unless you are either grotesquely unintelligent or do not live in this country, you will be aware of the fact that yesterday was Sunday.
And here was my Day:
I made cupcakes.
Original, I know.
Just call me Julia.
They were Carrot cake with Cream cheese frosting. I made twenty-four, and today at exactly 5:00, they are all gone.
Yeah, that's right. I am Rachel, Julia, Gordon, Martha, and....everyone.
Then I packed some up and went over to Panda's house, with GuitarHero in tow.
There, it was full on American Psycho invasion.
For those of you unfortunate enough to not know what American Psycho is, here's a quick summary:
Patrick Bateman is American, and he's a psycho. He kills people with an axe in the face.
And that's about it.
Oh, he's a yuppie too.
Some people will tell you to read the book, or even, to see the movie.
Listen to me very carefully right now.
Are you listening?
Okay.
DON'T DO THIS
No bull crap, you don't wanna know what this guy did.
There are rats, and chainsaws, and axes, and I don't wish that book on anyone.
Because I'm pretty sure it would be Ted Bundy's favorite book.
Anyways, we watched it. Laughed at Luis, cowered from Patrick, and rolled our eyes at Evelyn.
Then, because I had the book on me, we read the Luis and Patrick sections, very dramatically and over theatrically.
Afterwards, we tormented people on the Internet, and discussed why so many people hate Abba.
Then we had Penne pasta and bread for dinner, with rhubarb bars as a dessert.
It was a playful but mysterious little dish...
Not really, but still yummy.
Then GuitarHero's mom picked us up and we got lost in Spanish land.
We quickly regained our composure and I was dropped off at my house, where I watched Desperate Housewives before going to bed.
Because I can.
Oh, and on Friday Ela and Parox came over for American Psycho-ness.
Ela liked it, but I believe Parox was disturbed by the image of Christian Bale running down the hall of a swanky apartment building, wearing nothing but white tennis shoes, wielding a chainsaw and covered in blood.
I thought it was kinda funny.
But only because its HIM.
Christian Bale being Christian Bale.

Beatles: I once had a girl, Or should I say She once had me. She showed me her room, Isn't it good? Norwegian wood.