C'est Bon. C'est Mariage.

"I want to marry that kid. Red hair, glasses, freckles, braces, chubby, and a McDonald's uniform. He is the epitome of amazing. I'm going to marry that kid."

My mother, little sister, and I stopped by McDonald's today. I'm not much of a fast food eater, especially of McDonald's, but today I made an exception. I ordered the fruit and walnut snack pack and it was handed to me by the most handsome McD's worker of all time.


Here's a rough sketch of my man to be. It's a shame that I didn't catch a glimpse of his name tag. I believe he works at the MacDo on Hill and Fenton. I will hire a search party (or private investigator) to tell me all about him. I am the future Mrs. RedheadMcD'sWorker.



[By the way, I am off my anti-sarcazmic meds, so sarcasm is oozing out of me as I type. Just a warning.]

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I don't have any smart-ass comments to make.

No sarcastic remarks.


Geez!
I must be ill.
I have a thing with photographing reflections. It's my thang. Thing.. thang... hm.
Okay not really.

Damn, I sure could go for some chapstick.
That would be hella sweet.

Molasses Swamp

I've been stuck. Like the little yellow gingerbread man peice stuck on the red square in Molasses Swamp. I speak of Candyland, of course. My mind is a conundrum right now. Steve Irwin dies, I have yet to decide what I want to be for Halloween this year, and I haven't finished my summer reading. I am a mess. How will I get out of this candy muck? Am I ruined for life?


Well, the whole Steve Irwin thing, it was bound to happen right? I didn't expect him to be killed by a short-tailed stingray though, more like a crocodile. His title just pronounces how his death will be. "Crocodile Hunter" would be the huntee of a crocodile, an ironic death makes more sense right? I feel bad for the guy. To have a barb lodged into your heart? Dreadful, I say. Well, he lived his life too far on the edge, and the animal kingdom wins. Learn ye lesson young folk who wish to taunt animals for the sake of some "educational" televison show.

Irwin's death doesn't bother me much, but the fact that Halloween or (for the Mexican population) Dia De Los Muertos is next month does. The ritual of the young or old dress up in a costume and smack on some candy. What am I to be this year?! I'm stuck on a few choices:

1. A skeleton
2. Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo
3. A member of Devo
4. Batman

It will come to me.The choice will come, and it shall be amazing.


Oh and the whole summer reading thing. Screw it. School starts tomorrow and I don't give a damn that I barely read anything this summer. I'm supposed to be dumb anyways. The smart switch will flick on, probably by next week. Too much education, at once, will probably kill me.

This post is dedicated to:
Stephen Robert Irwin
R.I.P.