Elegant_Free's blog

I could never be a vegetarian, mostly because I like maybe one vegetable. And I love  meat, namely chicken. I don’t eat beef simply because I don’t like the taste or the look of it. It’s the persnickety eater in me.

Last night after taking my zoology midterm I had a monster hankering for Dunkin’ Donuts. Yeah, I don’t know who says hankering either, but, moving right along. I’m walking with my sister and voice my craving and she turns to me and says, “Mmm. Dunkin’ Donuts. And did you know that now they’re getting rid of their trans fat?”

I’m 21 years old and I just got my driver’s license a few weeks ago. I’m kind of scared of driving and a little terrified of the highway. Sad, I know. But maybe once you hear the story in this article, you’ll be a little terrified too. Or not, it really could be my irrational fear objects that move at high speeds.

I hate any statement that is preceded by a qualifier. When people say things like, “No offense,” it usually means, “Hey I’m going to offend you in a really passive aggressive manner. Hope you don’t mind!” That said, I’m going to ignore my own hatred for prefaces and give you one of my own:

I was raised in a pretty strict home with a ridiculously overprotective mother. In 6^th grade when I was allowed to join the musical theater program and stay for the after school practices, it was like the break through of my life.

Oh brother.

Have you ever learned something you wished you could unlearn? Right about now I need a mental shower. Please bear with me as I kind of setup the situation: