Preachy Piece of Junk

Woo, it's been a long time since I've posted! Work has been crazy busy, but also more fun. I'd say I love it 20% of the time, hate it 20% of the time, and don't care much either way about the rest. Not bad. My job happiness is going up at the same rate as my paycheck.
Joe is coming home soon! I missed him so much more than I thought I would. I like having alone time, and really being able to focus on writing, but I just wanted someone to watch a movie with on a Saturday afternoon, you know? Sometimes I forget he's my best friend too. All my other friends always had "plans." Things I didn't want to do. One friend asked if I wanted to come hang out one night with two British guys she'd just met. Let me think, um, no. So I'm saving Joe a piece of the chocolate cake I baked and I'm attempting to clear the couch of my laundry so two people can actually sit on it. Stay tuned and I'll hook you up with pictures and/or a blogged account of his trip.
On the Oscars: How could Heath Ledger not have won Best Actor? Phillip Seymour-Hoffman won, for what, doing a lisp? Heath is australian folks, and he sounded like a Montana cowboy! Though I admit, I'd like to see Capote. At least Ang Lee won Best Director. However Crash, the movie that won best picture, was the preachiest piece of junk I've ever seen in my life. I almost walked out during it and then almost cried afterwards because I'd wasted twelve bucks. Yes, everyone is racist. We get it. You don't have to give someone an Oscar for telling us that.