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July 25, 2005
I swear I'm not drunk
Last week, we did not go grocery shopping. Which is how I found myself on a Wednesday afternoon eating cinnamon twists from Taco Bell and wondering just what the hell they are made out of anyway. Deep fried styrofoam? Sweet pork rinds? Who knows. They are yet another of the mysteries of the universe that I will never understand. It seems like everyday it's something new for me and my fascination with weird wonderings, like who invented paperclips? And where can I buy some of that booger glue that magazines use to stick address labels on the front?

I obviously have too much time on my hands, right?

Kris was in town this weekend, and our reward for the 11 mile walk we did on Saturday was to go see The March of The Penguins on Sunday. You may think seals are cute, but you won't after you see the teeth on the ones in that movie. Oy. But it was an awesome movie. Penguins are some crazy-ass birds though, with the walking 70 miles in the snow over and over and the trying to steal babies from each other. They're pretty fantastic to watch. Yay penguins.

It's 11:00 at night and I should be in bed. But first I need to pack my lunch, because I don't think I can handle eating anything else that has an unknown origin like those cinnamon twists. How can something so mysterious be so yummy?

I don't know. Maybe that's my problem.


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