Basically my life is in shambles. Right now would be an excellent time to start studying for my French test tomorrow. Alas, here I am, appeasing the masses with my words of enlightenment. So enlighten I will..
While perusing urbandictionary.com, I struck gold (no surprise there):
Gangsta Flakes: A cereal similar in nature to Lucky Charms; but, instead of sissy stars and rainbows, Gangsta Flakes includes guns, knives, ho's, and of course, gangsters. One may feel particularly gangster after a bowl or two.
Celebrate diversity and eat Gangsta Flakes!
Can't be a gangster? Do the next best thing- eat Gangsta Flakes! You'll be ballin in no time.
You better believe I will be stocking up on Gangsta Flakes tomorrow when I force myself to go to the grocery store. I seriously need to get my shiz together. My milk is spoiled, all I have left are the endsies from my loaf of bread, and tico cookies currently comprise the majority of my food supply. Today I sustained myself on dried fruits and a contraband chicken salad sandwich stolen from the dining halls by my dealer [of sandwiches]. So tomorrow I have a date with Kroger. And Gangsta Flakes.
Chuck Norris is suing MySpace for taking the name of what he calls everything around you.
I am currently infatuated with ostriches. It started two weekends ago when me and my St Simons fam saw the Dirty Jobs episode about ostrich farming. For those of you who are unimpressed with ostriches, you should know that ostriches run at about 46 mph--the top land speed of any bird. Also, a swift kick to the neck from these babies will result in immediate death to the so-called "king of the beasts," the lion. The female ostrich prefers pecking to kicking. For those of you who missed the Dirty Jobs episode, the best part was when they made the ostrich noise...
On that note, I bid you adieu. I'm sorry, but you just can't follow an act like that. You just can't.
peace love and HOO HOO
