All the Sweet, Satisfying Flavor, and Only Half the Sugar!

Two posts in one day? Either I've really turned over a new 'Bleaf' or I'm a total social reject.

Sadly, we all know the answer to that one, don't we?

I stole all my sister's music today. And I'm feeling good. A plethora of new CD's to add to miPod. Sometimes there's a twinge of guilt that gets me, but then I think, "Hey, I'm a good person, right?" And then it's gone. Mind over guilt, as I always say.

Here's the funny Thailand product quote for today, found on a notebook my sister gave me. It reads:
my Big sister
I could only have junior but she have all a silly donkey
, Miss blue betty and mr. Teddy .because she is The Biggest.
Funny, no? Here's what I think: I think a lot of those Thai producers just make all the grammatical and spelling errors they can because they know the silly foreign tourists love that crap. I swear. (Not often.)

Today I met a time traveling man. He was wandering around downtown. He was pretty sweaty and told a friend and I that he had the ability to jump forward and back through time. I got a good chuckle out of this, but then he went on to describe it with incredible detail, which was when I started being all weirded out. He started talking all about the different dimensions and the access to them that he was capable of, but warned us not to try it. He said it caused him to have migraine headaches with frightening regularity. He cautioned us, saying that we wouldn't have the proper technology for another 30 or 40 years. I was pretty disappointed for a while, and really kinda bummed out at the fact that this guy could do all of this stuff, but that we weren't allowed. Of course, I only felt that way until he reassured us right before he left that everything he had just said was, as he eloquently phrased it, "a huge boquet of cow-shit". I'm pretty sure he meant bull instead of cow, but I assumed that when you are that hopped up on goofballs, cows and bulls are all the same pink, flying creatures. After he left I thought about what he had to say, and it almost seemed to fit, so it was disappointing to hear about the manure.

All in all, a real top-drawer day. Yup, definitely right in there with all the socks, boxer-briefs, and wifebeaters.

Weirdo-magnet,

Daytona Splenda. (You can even bake with it!)