The Winter of Our Discontent

Mocha and I are freezing our asses off....collectively.

Coldness is not something that we enjoy. We are the kind of beings who like the warmth...ness. I guess I shouldn't bitch so much, I mean....what with global warming and melting iceburgs and all....who am I kidding? Fuck cold weather.

So, because it is cold and because my life consists of class and sleep and I really would like to spice that up, I have been cooking up a storm. Lasagna and cookies and bacon, oh my!

Unfortunaly, I have a feeling that the casseroles that are taking up space in my fridge will soon be taking up residence in the form of about ten pounds on my ass. Because: I. Can't. Stop. Eating.

Do ya'll ever do that? I mean, go through these phases where you cook and cook and cook and eat and eat and eat? It's like I'm the love child of Paula Deen and Brad Pitt's character from Oceans 11. So, freezing and cooking and eating. That is about it for the excitment over here.

Usually, I think about blog topics in the car on my forty hour commute to class and back every day. Admittadly, this is dangerous. My mind can wander into some pretty scary territory. Some topics that I have come up with lately have included:

corpses
husbands
Cartesian Dualism
beauty pagents
corn

Anyway, I think that it's pretty much safe to say that this is the worst post ever. I'm sorry. I promise that as soon as I stop eating and find a warm enough coat I WILL WRITE A BETTER POST!