junk food queen

i am. why does a yoda-esque napoleon dynamite on a morning radio talk show crack me up like no other?

about 5 minutes ago, i wanted to burst about the wonderfulness of meeting new people and the unexpected turn my summer has taken, but i have bonfire hair and an exhausted-from-laughing-and-eating-s'mores face... must. sleep.

my new favorite cookies in the entire world = cranberries + white chocolate chips. to spread this incredible happiness, i'm going to write down the recipie and send it to everyone i love. i hope that everyone i know or used to know or don't really know is thriving. the verb "thrive" seems most appropriate. even though this thought is, well, impossible and dumb because it only occurs when i myself am doing well, i really do wish many cranberry/white chocolate chip-ed cookies for all.

goodnight!

"it's not you, it's me." -said in all seriousness, followed by hysterical laughter