Butter Pretzels and Nipples
I’ve lost an entire tub/jar/bottle/can/thingy of butter pretzels from Cabela’s and I can’t fucking find it! I am praying it’s not lodged in my clothing…well… mountain. I’ll still eat them, but I will forever associate pretzels with the smell of socks and wet Rob (which incidentally probably smells something like cinnamon/butter pretzels themselves! I can only hope… anyone want to smell me?). It might be in my trunk. I might have eaten them already. I hope not. Now I really want a butter pretzel.
Today was a wonderfully clear, crisp as sharding crystal day. The A/C in my car works so much better when it’s already cold outside. Who would have thought!? I’ve had the fan on at my desk all day, and everywhere I go it’s freezing. Maybe I don’t love the cold so much as I love having my nipples hard. Hmm..
The Wii is distracting me. Oh lord, it is. I’m gonna go now.. yeah… I can see the grass! It’s clear to me now!
