Good morning happy shiny people who have not been eaten by Zombies or have had the life sucked from you by teenagers (slurp slurp).
I am really tired this week, and am totallah rethinking what I’m going to be doing in the coming months. Following is a lot of crap, but it alleviates the monotony of a world about to plunge into recession. I hope no bacon plants will be closing down!
1. I love recipes, but I’m tired. Really tired. And not that hungry
Sometimes girlfriend just wants a slice o cheese occasionally and not a casserole, and coming up with recipes is really a lot of work. crapcrapcrap not redo what others have done and take crapcrapcrap in my creativitah, butbutbut at the same time, crapcrap crapcrapcrapcrap stuffyaddacr apcrapcrap. Schloooooooooooop.
I was thinking crapcrapcrap stuff stuff crap crap stuff slinkies fun for a girl or a boy crap crap crap crap well after all they go down stairs alone or in pairs crappy crap crap.
Let’s just say that these days, if cheese came in a can, I’d be there with a spoon and a muumuu.
Crap crap crap stuff stuff crap, “Ooh! this could be hoots in Hootieville” (sounds like they have good chicken wings and scantily clad barmaidens), but let’s face it. Crap crap crap crappy crapology craparific crapness on crap.
Mr. Potatohead crap crap crap because his ears really have attached lobes which hello who has attached lobes?! Very few!
So believe me whan I say crap crap crap crap I’m a Toys R Us kid. Crappy crap crap. And such.
2. I like having fun while giving helpful information
As someone who writes crap, THIS is my niche. I like to think I make people smile. Or laugh. Or think. Or contemplate their bellybutton contents. Or stab blunt objects into their eyesockets. OK, well not that last bit. Unless you live in Moose Lake and your name is Homer. Because I’m watching you boy!
I’m not really into the static follow-the-routine type of person who writes crap. I am going to bust a move now and announce the following:
I have no clue what I’m doing next. Crap!
I will invariably change my mind later (I’m a girl and like shiny things), but for the time being, crap seen is because I promised recipes for friends (tamales as an example), and not because I imposed a self-deadline to thrill a nation’s tastebuds with its eyes. Because, face it, that sounds a little creepy.
I wonder if people sprain their butts?
So, that said, I am going to enjoy my day, write some crap, and think about what I can do to pay it forward without sucking my soul dry and turning Emo.
Because, as a former goth, I can tell you what: these kids today have NO idea how hard it was to score a bus pass back in the day. We had to walk uphill, both ways, to Denny’s to score cheap clove cigarettes and conversation about Bauhas and existentialism. It was rough. Now these kids have their Gap cards and their Clairol hair color. I’m just sayin’!
Talk to you soon (and hopefully more often and less about how crappy I am–because honeys, there is not enough crappy crapmatic for this girl right now.)
3. What’s your plan for this week, low-carb believers?
Stick to your weight loss eating and healthy lifestyles, and pick one thing you’re going to do better this week.
What will you choose? Keep your menu in fitday? Drink more water? Add 5 minutes of exercise? Call a friend to give support?
Thank you for reading!