*grumble*

I'm hoping that by blogging my screwed up mood will diminish and I will be calm again. Why are there people in my house? Must they have come home and annoyed me upon their arrival? I love being alone at times like these. The evening was going so well.

What's up with these 10 million flavours of Pringles? Pizza is supposed to be for pizza. If you want pizza flavour eat a goddamn pizza. The Cheese Ums and Sour Cream were enough but nooo they had to try something else. Errr not like I don't eat them...tsk.

I heard somewhere that Procter & Gamble is some devil worshipping establishment (that's making millions). Hmm. Is it because they've got a lot of money and stuff that people automatically think they got it by selling their souls to the red guy himself? Please. People don't stop poppin' haha. It's a conspiracy!! The devil's taking over with food, not the occult.

Hmm rant rant. I'm obviously on a roll now. Great. *cough* No no more drug ads I swear. I haven't popped a pill for the day. The mucus that's clogging up my brain hasn't driven me entirely off the edge just yet. Almost there though.

Carnival's over. Lent has begun. Oh my...Ash Wednesday and no ashes. Weird after all these years of Catholic schooling, and the dreded trip to mass to get the ugly cold ashes drawn so untidily on your forehead. I always found it hideous. Maybe I'm just a heathen. Oh welll. *pops a Pringle* Boy oh boy am I going to hell. If there is one worse than what we're currently inhabiting.

*poof*