Les choses qui me fait content...

Carrot sticks to feed my tapeworm; today I ate about 40 carrot sticks, each of them from the same package of 'Bunny Love' carrot sticks. You'd think my eyesight would be better. But let me tell you, it's not; so your parents were lying to you about that, as well. But I did learn that the reason carrots are probably called carrots is because they contain the pigment carotenoid, which makes things orange, like carrots. The best-tasting carrots are the ones that are wet, and not sour, and usually the smaller ones. But I don't judge the worse tasting carrots, because I know that the rest of the carrots in the package probably already gave those carrots heck, and they can't do anything about it because they are just carrots. All in all, I had a very carrot-filled day; I hope I do not turn orange, because that would be unfortunate. Other than the fact I could match my orange shoes, which would not be unfortunate.

Oh, yes, and I have a tapeworm; all evidence points towards this because I was constantly voraciously hungry today; so obviously something in my stomach was eating my food other than me. And I am pretty sure my boyfriend was NOT in my stomach, nor would he want to be, because I do not eat nearly enough peanut butter and granola bars to satisfy his bizarre tastes, and that is the only other thing in the known universe constantly hungry enough to eat all the carrotsticks I have previously consumed today.

My boyfriend and his goatee; because when I think of the word goatee I think of a goat, and sometimes, as Hannah so cleverly pointed out, Mr. Tumnus. Which makes me think my boyfriend is secretly a mythical creature, and even if he isn't the coolest type of mythical creature he is one none the less and for that I am thankful. Et ca me fait content, which is the topic of this blog, if anyone has forgotten, if anyone is reading this far into it.
Except I just found out he doesnt like Mr. Tumnus very much at all, which disappoints me a little, but not too much, because my affection runs deeper than that; runs as deep as his dimple.

Which he knows very well.

Babies.

...Just in general. They are usually quite charismatic, or so I am told...