A. how hard it is coming up with something to write after four hours sleep.
B. how my brain feels like a coin operated machine that won’t take my quarter.
C. how the summer is ending and that’s so poignant, blah, blah, blah.
D. Sharks. Although googlepalooza, weeble-kind. Some dying shark terrorized a beach this weekend; …like gold-mine.
E. the people who took such offense to the teen parody in the video below that they wrote e-mails accusing me of being a pimp, a slave-trafficker and or… and this puzzled me… their psychotic ex-wife, Deanna.
So what will I write about? I’ll write about ice-cream.
I really want some ice-cream. For breakfast. I’ve decided not to eat ice-cream for awhile because I *enjoyed* my summer, and now it’s time to be fit and in shape.
Being in shape entails unpleasant things like not having ice-cream for breakfast. :(
If I were having ice-cream for breakfast, I wouldn’t have a chocolatey flavor. I like chocolate a lot, but I think pecan praline is more breakfasty, somehow. It’s soothing. And it would be damn good on a waffle-
But, not a nutrigrain low-fat waffle. Nutri-grain low-fat waffles are a waste of time. You might as well eat nutri-grain low-fat ice-cream. The enjoyment derived from eating the frozen, fitness version of a waffle compared to its thick, golden, crispy, Belgian counterpart is about the same.
So I’m not having ice-cream or waffles for breakfast. Discipline. Routine. Fiber. I’m going to have a nice bowl of some sort of cereal designed for squirrels.
Maybe I’ll have ice-cream for lunch.