Year-old frozen pretzels: heat, add mustard. Tastes like freezer.

Been a tad busy lately. I hate not being able to get on here and post as often as I used to. It's a nice vent. Yes, it's like a ... a skirt. A big, breezy, online skirt. Blogs = Skirts. Breezy and coole ("coole" being a breezier from of "cool").

I think I need to stop smoking crack.

[kidding, geez]. Anyway, so here's how you know you need to stop long enough to wash dishes:

1. Feel hungry.
2. Realize that you are hungry because you haven't eaten since yesterday morning's bowl of Lucky Charms.
3. Decide to fix some lunch.
4. Walk into kitchen and stop to sigh at the horrific condition of the place.
5. Open fridge. Sigh again. Close fridge.
6. Check pantry. Decide on a Lipton Noodle concoction.
7. Pull out drawer and open cabinet.
8. Realize that you are going to have to prepare food AND eat using only a butter knife and a cottage cheese lid.

Ah, lovely.