Last night I was watching television and a re-run of “What I Like About You” came on that ended with Val and Holly throwing chocolate cake batter all over the place. All I could think was, “Fuck, I really want brownie batter right now. Real bad.” So I changed the channel. I spent 30 minutes watching E! News and learning that Justin Bieber wants to co-star with Miley Cyrus in a re-make of Grease but this is, according to E! News, “SO FALSE,” which is good because it means a million precious little puppies won’t have to die, because that’s approximately the level of “horrifying” that this concept would be.

(Also Google informed me that I don’t know how to spell his last name when I tried to find that publication. How someone could spend as much time on Twitter as I do and not know the correct spelling of “Justin Bieber” is beyond me.)

After 30 minutes of this brainrotting, I concluded that I still really. wanted. that. brownie. batter. So I made some. Ate a spoonful (ok, ok, maybe two or three or five) and then put it in the refrigerator. When my mom found it she was jokingly furious with me because we have both been pretty good about working out on a regular basis lately (see also: Nicole turning into The Incredible Hulk because she might miss a class at the gym). She wanted me to just bake them so it would be less tempting (because obviously brownie batter > brownies) but then it would be so much less delicious. And I will never apologize for randomly making brownie batter at midnight.

Just like I will never apologize for the fact that my current state of partial employment allowed me to be home with nowhere to go on an awesome rainy day like today. It was one of those days where I could not seem to find the motivation to actually do anything. Even reading required more brain activity than I felt like putting forth. When I realized it was raining, I knew exactly what I needed to do: go jump on the trampoline. Jumping on the trampoline in the rain is probably one of my favorite activities in the history of ever.

When my mom got home she documented my happiness (though the rain had actually stopped briefly when this picture was taken). Then she gave me a hard time about the brownie batter again (while eating it…) I accept that I may always be a bit on the chubby side. I can live with that, as long as my frivolous nonsense can continue. I never want to live in a world where I can’t make brownie batter at midnight or play in the rain for no other reason than because it makes me happy.

Fortunately, the rain has picked back up again and the lion will be home soon. I’m sure she’ll be game.