I thought it to be quite poetic.

Several thigns in the past few days have happend that I think to be extremely poetic and melodramatic.

Instance one:

A certain dice game was played with alcohol. The di were your standard 6-sided, but had commands like "animal sound," "in20 seconds" or my personal favorite: "skanky chair dance." The other di had different drinks on it. Well, one person decided to try to appeal to the crowd that she didn't want to do a skanky chair dance while downing a beer in 10 seconds, when I found it poetically necessary to yell "Eff (sic) you! THE DICE HAVE SPOKEN!" Now, for this to have full effectiveness, a gong would be needed, but i thought it worked quite well.

Occurance 2 was this mornign when I was getting ready for class, I had Michael Buble playing on iTunes, while connected to facebook. (GREAT combination, b-t-w) Moving on, my dad decides to facebook chat me. At that very instant, HOME started playing. I thought it was wonderfully precious. I really hope he finds his shoeshine kit.

Dear Members of the Female Population,

Why must you constantly insist that leggings, in 40 degree weather, can be worn or used as a pair of pants. I just don't see how they can serve as any protection whatsoever to the cold. That being said, I don't think that leggings can serve as pants period; they don't "cover up" at all, in fact they just conform to your body, so that if there is anything you don't like about your body from your belly button down, it basically just acts as a sheer, conforming covering.

I'm speaking to you, random girls in the mall who wear leggings, a tank top, a hoodie and high heels on blustery days of 47 degrees.

I do understand that some people can wear those long dress-y type things over leggings, and that's fine.

In that case, leggings are not being used as a pant, and are then used as actual leggings. Props to you, proper dressers.

If you, readers - whoever you are - are sitting there shaking your head and pretending that your exercised and toned legs are the exception, then think again. No one likes to see the crevices of a stranger’s lady bits while walking down the street. No one likes to see the inevitable shake of an unharnessed booty (well, most don’t) while at Publix. No one likes having to awkwardly avert his or her eyes at the sight of an uncomfortable-looking camel toe on the horizon. It’s simple, people: No one likes seeing someone else’s nether regions during normal, day-to-day interactions. Also, how do you plan on bluffin' with your muffin if everyone can SEE your muffin. I mean. . . come on.

Thanks,

Management.