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For those of you who live where gas prices are relatively cheap ... I paid $3.95 a gallon this morning for mine. Since I have to drive to Pleasanton tomorrow for a conference I decided to fill up even though I was half full. yeah. $30+ later ...
I was toying with buying a HD plasma screen TV for my room but I've since come to my senses and realized that I'm still thinking of buying a house and I really don't need to be buying frivolous things like pretty, pretty TVs. I'm not going to do it. Besides which, it won't stop with a TV. I'll have to buy a Blu-Ray player and a better sound system and I'm not going to do it.
Sometimes I wonder why people like ranch dressing so much. I seriously can't even stand the smell of it. Much less the taste. Blech. Yet, everything that requires dipping sauce seems to come with some sort of ranch by-product. Buttermilk ranch? No thanks. Dill ranch? I'll pass. One day one of my co-workers spilled ranch dressing on the floor by my desk (don't ask) and I was forced to make gagging noises for a hour or two until the smell went down. Yuck, yuck, double-yuck.
In conclusion, San Dimas High School Football RULES and I don't like ranch.
I was toying with buying a HD plasma screen TV for my room but I've since come to my senses and realized that I'm still thinking of buying a house and I really don't need to be buying frivolous things like pretty, pretty TVs. I'm not going to do it. Besides which, it won't stop with a TV. I'll have to buy a Blu-Ray player and a better sound system and I'm not going to do it.
Sometimes I wonder why people like ranch dressing so much. I seriously can't even stand the smell of it. Much less the taste. Blech. Yet, everything that requires dipping sauce seems to come with some sort of ranch by-product. Buttermilk ranch? No thanks. Dill ranch? I'll pass. One day one of my co-workers spilled ranch dressing on the floor by my desk (don't ask) and I was forced to make gagging noises for a hour or two until the smell went down. Yuck, yuck, double-yuck.
In conclusion, San Dimas High School Football RULES and I don't like ranch.
