something to say

I am totally obsessed with Post It notes. No idea why. Just am.

I'm angry with the Murad skin care company because they're stalking me and my credit card.

And I have absolutely nothing of value to say. But I figure I still better say something because the internet is filled with so much useful information that I needed to tip the scales at the pointless.

Done.

One and counting...

I swear I'm not link-baiting.

I really don't think anyone other than a handful of friends read this blog. But, clearly I have offended an anonymous Marxist!

People, calm down. Che Guevara did some good stuff and some really really bad stuff. His theories might have been good, but you can't call someone who orchestrated the murder of thousands of people a 'hero'. We have another word for that: "sociopath".

What's scary is a sociopath with followers.

Had to add this...

How many Marxists can you offend in a blog post?

Haven't been writing because I've been having epiphanies.

I've been eating vegan. Awesome. (Or as the Big Girl would write, "osom"). Body responded happily. Until I took just a leeeetle too much sugar and Viva la Revolucion!

Here is my epiphany/wikipedia page:

Che Guevara was reincarnated as my pancreas. Since the X-ray, his stylized form (that of a tongue - eew) has become a ubiquitous intestinal symbol and personal insignia of revolt.

As a healthy young organ, Che was transformed by the endemic crap that he had to process. His experiences led him to conclude that the lower G.I. tract's imbalances were an intrinsic result of french fries, with the only remedy being complete and total revolution.

Following the Christmas Revolution 0f 2008, Che performed a number of key roles in the new regime: reviewing all incoming foods and hiring firing squads for anything he deemed offensive.

It totally makes sense. I did live in Bolivia for a few years, you know.

If only there was a way to work in a Bay of Pigs invasion...