Going, Going, Going...

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I'm sitting here in Massachusetts, awaiting an incoming tornado. Wait, what? That's right, Massachusetts, the land that can produce snow, rain, hail, sun, wind, and clouds within a 15 minute period has added a new type of storm to its repertoire, the tornado...

Unfortunately this leaves my family downstairs, far away from the magical kitchen that lies upstairs and can feed us...

My belly is not pleased

For Kicks.

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Since I am far too thoughtless to come up with a remarkably insightful blog post right now, I leave you with this:

Since Kindergarden

First grade, everyone is showing off their awesome lunch boxes. Some have toy story characters on them, Shrek was just coming into style, and if not a character, they would match the beholders backpack perfectly. My lunchbox was lame,

Eleventh grade, my dreams have come true! Tomorrow at lunch I will reveal the lastest upgrade in my lunch carrying life. A SCOOBY DOO LUNCHBOX.

10 years later . . . life is so good.

No Words.

Feeling Fickle?

September: Why the hell would I want to go to a big dance party for social conformists? Sorry, but sounds pretty lame

Winter: I guess I'll go, why not?

Spring: Damn... this is going to be expensive

Later spring: $300 prom dress? No way! I'm going to borrow a dress and make my own corsage...

This week: BAH! WHY IS PROM THE ONLY THING ANYONE CAN TALK ABOUT??

Today: SO EXCITED.