Dammit!

I missed THIS. How is that possible?

Sigh.

I Must Go Here.

Mullets might come back. They might. Don't mock my love.

But they're ORGANIC

Do you ever find yourself buying things that are the same as other things, just with different labels, and the label made the difference?

Like..I bought 'organic fruity bears' at whole foods. They would appear to be healthy based on the title, yes? Organic = good. Fruit = good. Bears = awesome.

BUT, in reality, these are sugar coated gel pectin candy, and are no better than something you'd get in a bright shiny package at a candy store. But I bought them due to the pretty vegan wholesome advertising label.

AND - I feel no guilt in eating one. It's an Organic Fruity Bear! It's like I biked to work and recycled everything and wear vegan shoes. Organic Fruity Bears!

I think that's all advertising is...making us feel better about ourselves through mass trickery. There's no big moral here, really...I just wanted to admit that I understand I'm being tricked. I'm on to you people. And I will point at you menacingly as I eat my healthy and delicious organic fruity bears. Yum!

Peas and Gravy

I just realized - I don't like MIXED flavors. I'm not a mixer.

Take gummy bears. I feel deep down that you should eat only one color at a time. Put 6 red ones in your mouth - YUM. But put a red and green in there? CACOPHONY!!! TRAITOROUS!!! BLASPHEMOUS!!!!

I feel the same about citrus candy - like those ones that are shaped like oranges and grapefruit slices. Oranges go with Oranges. Grapefruit goes with Grapefruit. Oranges do NOT go with Grapefruit and we will NOT have that type of fraternization in THIS SCHOOL.

I am a flavor racist. NO Orange will drink out of the same water-fountain as MY grapefruit!

Plus, I really don't like gravy getting all over everything at Thanksgiving. But thats a whole different topic.

My God I Love Japanese Game Shows.

Ohhhhhhhhh no

Now that I've found a wonderful, smart, cute, loving boyfriend on match.com...I thought I should share with you one of the first e-mails I got from someone on the site. I think it speaks for itself.

subject : hi
ohhhhhhhhhhh beuty

Wow. Who knew?

Somehow Sesame Street is plugged into my 'secret needs'. Wink wink.

Things my boyfriend said:

“Hey look it’s you! No wait…that’s Hitler” upon seeing a Wii character he created in the sidelines of Mario Kart 3.

SCHMOOPY!

In case you're wondering why I've been relatively silent for the last 6 months - I just celebrated a 6 month anniversary with a BOY. Meaning a person of the male gender. A MAN. A human with a penis.

That's right...I haven't been blogging, because I got a life. I heard my brain, in an oh so subtle William Shatner-esque way, imply that I needed one. And I went out to find it, and there he was, innocently calling himself the Gonzo of the world...complete with car, job, and cute little face.

I could of course, start blogging about how adorable he is, and how much we're in love, and how he's my schmoopy, and I'm his schmoopy...oh wait..was that the sound of you vomiting? I thought so.

So, basically what I'm saying is that you should THANK me for being silent. That's right...you owe me.

I like chocolate. I'm just sayin...