You might be a redneck if...

your bed propped up by cinder blocks falls over and you smack your teeth on a ¢50 bowl from DI

Or... if you had nothing but a plate full of meat for lunch

A little post for my roomie who dwelleth in Inglaterra

Here's a cute old song about England one could listen to whilst not doing their homework:

the new lord Voldemort

We keep getting in the mail these fashion magazines that no one ordered. We can't figure out why we're getting them and they're a little odd sometimes. This month's magazine feature Tilda Swinton, and why on earth she allowed herself to be photographed in this manner is beyond me. This one is by far my favorite---------------->

raisins are always optional

I don't even like raisins.
However, Ms. Emily left me a whole bag of them.
So I figured what the heck.
I can't tell you how tasty this bread is.
The best part is, it doesn't use much of my precious milk
and it's whole grain,
so I don't feel as bad eating the whole thing in one day.

So here you are:

Whole-Wheat Cinnamon-Raisin Bread on the Food Network
try it, you'll like it :)

los cereales

I'm not sure what it is but I just love cereal. I mean the concept of cereal sounds disgusting. Mmmm chemical coated dehydrated marshmallows and artificially flavored O's. I do hope with the advent of yet another remake of Superman it will also bring back Superman Life, my personal favorite. In the mean time I will have to numb my sorrow by watching cute Sesame Street clips.

Did I mention I love cherries?

When I was a kid I always wanted to eat a bowl of cherries while taking a bubble bath. I don't think mom would have gone for that though.

Then again, white never really was my color....

Due to recent events I have come to the conclusion that I am either A) a slob or B) there is a hideous conspiracy between my white tank tops and red sauce. It all started about a month ago when I soiled one of my most modest tanks with pasta sauce. After that I vowed to be more careful, but as fate would have it, I soiled my last white tank top for the likes of Brick Oven Pizza. I guess if you're going to lose a shirt it might as well be worth it right?

What is this? Why don't my shirts like chocolate milk or mustard or orange chicken? Why does red sauce only like white shirts? Where is my mommy at times like these?

All I know is now all I have left are the crummy tanks from the 8th grade.

Such is life I guess