so I stole the family bag of snack mix and hauled it upstairs to munch on while I read Bloggess to forget about how shitty reality is when my boyfriend popped online and was like "reality!" and I suddenly realized that I was putting Cheerios into my mouth.
yeah... that sentence doesn't really....work. but anyway.
I was all "why are there Cheerios in my chex mix?!" and they weren't even normal cheerios or honey nut cheerios but seasoned weird so they kind of taste like minestrone soup mix before you add the water.
not that I've, you know, eaten minestrone soup mix dry. I'm just saying, you know. hypothetically.
so I was feeling cheated, because isn't it bad enough that they're watering down my salty chex fix with stupid little breadstick crackers and pretzels? now they're putting breakfast food in it?! what a scam! I started to type to my boyfriend about it, but then I realized that I was eating a bag of Cheerios snack mix.
it didn't make the cheerios any less tiny/crummy or the yummy chex pieces any less scarce. it just made me feel like an idiot.
speaking of idiots, this morning I was browsing Oddee.com and one of the ads on their article about divorce had this hairy dude with his arms around this little asian woman and the ad was all "Find the Asian bride of your dreams!"
I was all "wtf?" about it and tried to blog about it three (!!!) times, but it's pretty much hopeless. suffice to say, I found the ad funny/hopeless/pretty damn racist, but I'm sensitive to stuff like that, so I won't bore you with the details. to set the record straight: my boyfriend is way fuzzier/cuter than ad-man and I am way hotter than ad-asian.
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