Hamburglar

The only thing I've retained from my Psych 111 class Freshman year (besides Pavlov's dog) is the story about the young child who craved salt. When his parents refused to let him eat salt, he died. (Talk about guilt and remorse. My kids can eat whatever they want.)

What's wrong with my body that I constantly crave hamburgers? No, not just hamburgers. Cheeseburgers. BBQ. Western. Quacamole. 2 for 1. Plain with tomato- any kind and every kind. I honestly can't get enough. I even just spent 5 minutes reading some medical article about how "salt is a natural mood-elevating substance" in hopes that I would find some answer to these ridiculous cravings.

I wear black and white everyday too. The similarities are just too much to deny. Hide your ground beef.

For those who just adore personality tests

These are my two favorite colors so these must be true. The tests are never wrong.

Try it yourself.

If I could be anyone...

I would be Charles.

You're such a twit

So I was thinking about twitter tonight and cringing over the thought of that social networking site that encourages people to share every detail about their booger goblins, tenuous relationship status, and/or non-realistic social life if they're tweeting every 5 minutes....
when I realized something.

That's kind of what this blog is.
Suck.

Dear tweet blog:
omg. i love sitting in my long-tank, drinkin' chocolate milk with a spoon and listening to g.love. teehee, i should be doing homework but i'm just lazin' and bloggin'! lolz.

Your looks are striking and your words are wise.

I'm supposed to be writing a psalm but everything I want to rejoice about isn't fitting in my psalm outline. And the things I want to yell to the Lord in misery about are things my class probably doesn't want to hear.

I think I'll just turn in a copy of Psalm 19.
Go read it. Right now.

I'll probably get an A+.