My mom made me rice crispy treats.
When I was a kid, I loved them.
I ate a few of them before I remembered what they were made of.
When I remembered what they are made of, I started to remember what marshmallows are made of. They usually have gelatin inside. Did these? Who knows?
Totally nasty gross.
I am so stupid. I was all cloudy-eyed from the nostalgia miasma. Now I feel gross on my insides.
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My new favorite blog is Venom Literati.
I have been reading them for a little over a week, and I like them very much.
The girls at VENOM LITERATI are just as sweet as Marshmallows, but they don't make me sick at all. I wonder if they're as rich as marshmallows?
Aw, Jack Morgan, you did mean it when you said we were cool!
By the way, I read Murdercycle aloud to my co-workers last week, thus converting them into rabid poetry lovers.
thank you jack. you are our favorite blog friend.
also, kevin from work thinks you are a bad ass.
You, Sir, are Numero Uno. You have made me feel famous for the first time in my life.
In exchange, each member of Venom Literati will have one of your babies. If you want babies.
Or--wait--Abby can have multiple. Because we do not all want babies.
Babies are nice.
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