i can't help it. if i don't write it down here, in the mecca of me-ness, where can i write it?

egg salad/deviled eggs. 

strawberries.

also, tartar sauce. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THAT TARTAR SAUCE WAS SO GOOD?  (also, i got it free. that might be why it's awesome.)

this baby is just messing with me now. 

but i'm glad she's not messing with me with tacos and french fries.

also, i hate every woman on those babies attack shows that talk about craving fast food for four months and then look like they weigh 90 pounds and swallowed a basketball.  i'm just saying.  they should all shut up.  or at least reap the whirlwind, man. WHERE'S THE WHIRLWIND? I WANT THE WHIRLWIND. and i want a play-by-play.

but i'm actually perfectly content to eat my strawberries (delicious plain AND in yogurt AND in cereal AND it's an excellent source of vitamin c AND it's like 24 calories for 1/2 a cup) and my egg salad on wheat bread and it's delicious and i'm pretty sure i'm even going to forego chicken enchiladas tonight for another dose of it. 

suck it, cholesterol. i don't care. 

also, as if the heavens are smiling upon me, the annual collegetown strawberry sale is this week.  six quarts of strawberries for $12. i might buy 12. that might be a little excessive, though.

i love my life.

also, i look like a buddha sitting on my bed. i find it hilarious a little.