17 June 2002

Well, if you're not on the mailing list then you missed the mail this weekend (the first mail in six months - it's not like you're signing up to be spammed) in which I detailed the dream I had about Matthew McConaughey, four pairs of socks, and a basketball-sized spider.

Yup, those must be some good drugs Matt's slipping me before bed.

The most perfect food in the world, right now: Take a tomato and slice it into bite-sized pieces. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Cut up some fresh mozzarella cheese (and I mean the fresh stuff, the little balls of soft cheese) and scatter over the tomatoes. Drizzle the whole thing with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

My god... Summer is my least favorite season, but the fresh vegetables definitely earn it some points.

Matt and I were talking last night, and we happened to wander briefly onto the subject of sex changes. "I don't think [men who've changed into women] can have babies," Matt said. "It's not like they implant ovaries or anything...

"I think they just send a guy around to punch you in the stomach and kidneys once a month."

And here I thought men couldn't understand.

We watched Tombstone over the weekend - Matt bought the special edition DVD lately, with the director's cut including some deleted scenes. One of them was especially owie...

And I gave in and added Val Kilmer to my list of sexy guys.

Yup, I guess it's just a short anecdote kind of morning...

--Liz