Wednesday.

Things I don't like this week:

toothpaste foam
chocolate covered chocolate chip cookies (too many C's)
sleeping with socks on
dentists
exacto knives
bunnies
cold
early
fake

wow it's hard to think of things to dislike. There's so much great and wonderful and beautiful things everywhere, what a wonderful world.

Tuesday.

Things I like this week:

Sufjan Stevens front row envy
Jenny's beautiful drawings
crispy scooter rides
chocolate-dipped cookies
PMG
D&C 58:3-4
Elementary
Andrea Bocelli Pandora Channel
Fall skies
Nicolas Nickleby
J.Crew
The first ski snow
Collages
Karli's hugs
3 paragraph text messages
Mr. Burns!
Blueberries
Scarves
Noodles and Co.
Photo Booth
Piano
Christmas Songs by Sufjan
Training Wheels
Sofia & Josef
Luigia Dinners
Project Runway
No Class
Jaymay-Blue Skies
Regina Spektor-Real Love
Smeyes
Clean

Sugar Lips

Every once in a while I get these insane urges to buy a huge bag of skittles and pour as many as I can in my mouth and simply endulge in the chewy goodness of a million rainbow swoosh of flavors. To my lucky surprise I was running out the door today and a large bag of skittles caught my eye. With a sting of that strange urge I grabbed the biggest handfull I could muster and plopped the entire lot in without a blink. It felt so incredibly satisfying to satisfy my desires. I felt so happy until suddenly the lot turned into a gigantic sandy clump. My eyes began to water and my teeth were slowly coating with cavity-initiating sugar. As I drove down the rode the stupidity of my idea hit me hard while the nastiest lumpy bubble of death was growing in my mouth the size of a small watermelon. Grossss.
I've only ever acted on this impluse one other time and obviously didn't learn my lesson even though I nearly chocked to death on 8 pieces of watermelon hubba bubba, which turns into the largest goop that is a lovely shade of diarrea brown which makes you laugh so hard you don't know that it's trying to block all access to air until it's too late! Gooey gooey gum drops of slime trickle down the face. Good times with my shlee bop boyle.

Ritz fit nicely in a Ziploc

Today I went to get a snack in the kitchen when the words of Marit reflected in my head. I realized that when I get a snack it always has to be in a plastic ziploc or it's not a valid snack. As she recalled one afternoon I was eating an apple. I sliced the apple and put it in a ziploc bag and went in the living room at ate it all.
Life would be pointless without pointless activities.

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