Learn that Poem

There is a little rabbit.

He lives inside my shoe.

He tries to bite my toes off.

I don't know what to do.

His girlfriend is a cabbage.

She's thinks that he's the king.

They're always talking flirty.

Of love and other things.

Today I had to end this.

I hate their romance game.

I ate the rabbit's girlfriend.

I don't feel any shame.

TBD

I don't really like blogging as much as I thought I would.

For the time being, I don't really have anything to say.

I might later.

For the time being, this blog is going on hiatus.



Special Spotlight Feature Report

Today marks the dawn of a new era, an era during which I tell you about the people I know.

So here begins the first ever: SPECIAL SPOTLIGHT FEATURE REPORT

The lady on the right is named Angel(ica). She is my roommate.

She studies the science of food.

She likes to sell shaped rubber bands to mostly children.

She likes stuffed animals.

She makes me peanut butter sandwiches sometimes and cuts the crust off for me.

She snores softly occasionally.

She once lost her top retainer, and then I found it.

She has pink hair.

She eats tofu on a daily basis.

She buys her roommate these:

I find that gesture to be very thoughtful.

That is the conclusion of today's SPECIAL SPOTLIGHT FEATURE REPORT.

The best darn salad that you've ever had (in years)

This is SPRIGS.

They make salads. Right in front of your face.

Note: I would have taken it closer up, but I didn't want to be creepy.

I'm really trying not to be.

Bacon Bits. Eggs. Bell Peppers. Onions. Mushrooms.

Romaine lettuce & Ranch.

TMI? I think not.

I'm really glad I have this blog. Now the world can see and partake in my exciting activities, like going to salad bars in airports. I live the high life.

I should probably also mention that all the seats in the terminal were taken so I had to sit under the window looking out to where the airplanes are, facing rows of seated people, watching me eat my salad.

Epilogue:

The airport sells these bad boys for $25 a pop. I'd buy one but I only buy cheap things like Tiffany's rings and Coach purses. If I wore one, I'd probably look 5 years younger than I already do. Basically, I'd look like a little kid who wandered onto a college campus. I'd rather that not happen.

PS the title is a song reference. I hope you get it, but you probably won't.

Ethan started the fire. . .

Blogs are awkward. I am awkward. And thus, this blog begins.

I don't really know what to stay because I don't think anyone will ever read this. But here are some fun facts about me:

1. I hoard bottled drinks that are non-alcoholic.

2. I learned to ride a bicycle at age 18.

3. I can't parallel park for my life.

My post is titled "Ethan started the fire" because I thought "We didn't start the fire" was "Ethan started the fire". But it's not.

That's my dog on his birthday. I like dogs a lot.