I’m thankful for this part of a balanced breakfast.
I don’t have a lot to say today because it is Thanksgiving. You can tell it’s Thanksgiving because I’m eating the traditional meal of FruityPebbles and Dr. Pepper.
It has been suggested to me that turkey would be more traditional but I don’t see how that’s possible. I mean, I eat FruityPebbles like every single day and turkey only a couple times a year.
So the weight of tradition clearly favors the FruityPebbles, right?
Though it does make it a lot harder to find the wishbone.
~Ariella Rasputin Wallflower
November 22nd, 2007 at 7:55 pm
Oh yeah, FruityPebbles are soooo tasty, and i just love them! I also love my little Teddybear, i named him “Teddy”, you know? I really had to think really really hard when i thought about how i should really name him! But my Teddy doesn’t like Fruitypebbles, the last time he tried them he grew a beard. It was white, grey, and green, just different shades of it. And reeked of mold. Hm. Mommy said Teddy had to go wash himself, so she did, you know? And he came back. But Mommy lied to me, she also shaved him, he didn’t have his funny beard anymore. That was when i learned that parents lie to you if it is convenient.
But Mommy also taught me to say “Happy Thanksgiving” to everyone, especially on Thanksgiving Day, and especially to those poor little indians. The ones with the red skin and the funny haircuts, you know? The ones that always attack circles of coaches with their bows and then get shot by the cowboys with their guns.
So, Happy Thanksgiving, Arielle, i am such a huuuuge fan of you!
November 22nd, 2007 at 10:25 pm
*Laughs* Oh God I die *Laughs harder* I’m dieing… good lord I’m dieing *Falls on floor laughing* Dead
November 22nd, 2007 at 11:39 pm
So that’s FruityPebbles with Dr. Pepper poured over them… Sooo Goood,…. mmmmmm.
Tins…
November 23rd, 2007 at 3:40 am
Lol. Whoever said that this was “mind-breakingly dumb” was correct, but it’s dumb in exactly the kind of teenager-ish way that I know and love, and therefore, I love it. I think it’s required for teenagers to be dumb. It’s the whiffle bat of life that bonks us on the head to make us remember we don’t own the world, and we’re not as intelligent as we think we are. I like this tho. Keep going; I’ll be interested to see how this develops.
November 24th, 2007 at 10:31 pm
Shush! Ariella not dumb! Ariella was separated from her mother early, and lives in overcrowded cages, fed with unnatural low-quality food, antibiotics, and growth hormones!
November 24th, 2007 at 10:41 pm
Um and I’m not exactly a teenager either I’m 35. Which I suppose could make me two teenagers, or like two teenagers and a tweenager. In another four years I could even be three teenagers. And um em-why-en-see-kay-en-em, I think you’ve got me confused with veal but that’s okay because I get it a lot, like seriously all the time.
November 25th, 2007 at 8:04 pm
O ok. Sorry. I got confused by the… uh… why did I get confused? Maybe it was the… um… how does “confused” work anyways? Umm… what’s “confused?” I think I’m even more confused now but I’m not sure since I don’t know what “confused” is. Maybe it has something to do with “metacognition,” although I don’t really know what that is either.
Anyway… she talked to me! Yay! *faints*