Wednesday, February 10, 2010


I'm just throwing this out there and you can take it or leave it, but girls had cooler toys growing up. Lets face it, its true. Sure, I enjoyed the tonka dump truck in which I would sit in the back of and little action figures could keep me entertained, but I would have loved a Easy Bake Oven. Why did they have to make it pink and market it to girls only?

First of all, thats belittling to women.

Second, what the hell is wrong with a little boy wanting to make macaroni? They always showed you on the commercial that you could make macaroni and brownies and, was a child, I loved both. Why wasn't I capable of making my own macaroni?

As you can tell this is very upsetting.

On another note, I wrecked my car. It was totally my fault on paper, sure, but in real life, it was the person that didn't let me over. The more I say it the more I stop believing it, but you know, I need something to keep me sane out of all of this. So now my beloved Sasha Fierce, the 2001 Oldsmobile Alero which I had come to know and love so well is dead and gone and my dad has to go through all the trouble of finding a new car for either himself or me. If he finds one that he likes more than his current Nissan Pathfinder, I get the Nissan Pathfinder and he gets the new car. And if he doesn't like it, I get it.

Also they made me make lemonade last night at Chick-fil-a. The juicer it the scariest thing I think I have ever seen. Its electric (boogie woogie woogie) and the propeller of juicing and pain will throw the peel off when it is done and you hand almost always hits it. It was traumatic.

On the plus side to all of this, I'm not pregnant.

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