i love cereal.
what's up with people describing other people by the car they drive? "you know, kristen with the blue jetta..."no i don't. so...you don't wanna tell me what she looks like?
there is nothing quite like the clean man smell - after the soap and before the cologne.
sunglasses and BlueTooth's in the club. stop it. both of these things have specific purposes and you're abusing your privilege, Robocop.
i question EVERYTHING. it's the only way to survive.
it is very rare that i share where i bought what i'm wearing or what fragrance i have on. i've never looked at imitation as flattery. you more so look like a stalker with low self-esteem. no thanks.
what is it about yawn's that's contagious?
i would be very interested in a series composed kinda like MTV's 'Diary' or VH1's 'Behind the Music' about homeless adults. particularly those that had a nice, standard upbringing. i often find myself wondering "how'd they become homeless?" and "how are they surviving?" it could be called Riches to Rags.
i'm real irritated when i go to people's houses and they don't have paper towels or napkins. especially if you invited me to eat. your life is stupid. and probably dirty.
infomercials make the most basic things seem so extraordinary. why i gotta buy my kitchen knives from tv when i can go to Linens 'n' Things? they offer so many outlandish, unnecessary things. never before have i wanted a light-up spoon that flies/a sandwich maker radio/Tater Mitts so badly.
