So What?

You people who try way too hard to be different, creative, avant-garde, off-the-wall, all-that, hip, wacky, or somehow unique really miss the fucking point. Nobody cares. Really, nobody cares. Relax. You aren't any more special than the rest of us and you never will be. Just because you put other people on a pedestal doesn't mean that you need to over-exaggerate everything you do to try to climb up there with them.

I am so sick of posers I could puke.

Really relax.

We'll like you better.

I'm through.

Cheetos

Cheetos (or Cheezy Poofs for us South Park idiots) are the perfect snack food. Not only are they salty and cheesy and really bad for you, but they also have a built in devise to avoid over consumption. There is point when eating Cheezy Poofs when the joy of the snacking is over-taken by the annoyance of cheese-dust on your fingers. Anywhere past this point, which I will call the Orange Event Horizon, the crusty cheese dust on your fingers makes it impossible to enjoy eating any more puffs without feeling gross. And the Orange Event Horizon is the only thing that keeps me from eating all the Cheezy Poofs in the universe.

That is all.