Why I Need Jesus

Hello My Little Fuzzy Ducklings,

So......... my roommate bought Girl Scout cookies. Not just any Girl Scout cookies. He brought home Thin Mints. I honestly couldn't care less about the Samoas nor do I care for Tagalongs. Those are still sitting unopened in the freezer. But the Thin Mints are a totally different situation.

The Thin Mints are my crack. You know how drug addicts want for nothing more than to lock themselves in the house, and shoot themselves up until they die ? Well, when I get my hands on Thin Mints, I just want to go into my room, and wolf down the entire package. I have finished off an entire box before. I didn't do that this year, but OMG I totally fantasized about it.  Especially since they were in the freezer and oh so nice and cold. If I didn't care about my figure or boys, I would totally be wolfing them all down right now. Did you know I still have some crumbs in my bed ? I have no shame. Reminds me of the times Ashleigh and I would make cake batter and eat the entire bowl followed by frosting. God I miss that girl, we're supposed to get together again soon.

Did you also know that I love Bret Michaels ? That man is a total rockstar/dirty manwhore/walking STD on legs that will bang anything with tits, but I can't help it but love him and his antics on TV. I started watching Celebrity Apprentice because of him, and you know what ? His team won and he raised money for his charity, which was for The American Diabetes Association. I hear he gets kicked off fairly early, but whatevs. I enjoyed the fact that the women picked him as a group leader thinking he would lose because they felt like "what does a manwhore know about business." But he still kicked those bitches asses running on one hour of sleep and battling diabetic attacks. So priceless.

I just can't wait until he comes back for the 4th Season of Rock Of Love. I hear they are in production right now. I really hope that is true.

So yes, I need some Jesus right about now so I get back to healthier eating and picking better role models. If I were Catholic I would confess. Speaking of which, sometimes I wonder about those priests listening to confessions. They get no action (at least officially) so I imagine they would live vicariously through the sinners in the church. I am sure some of them are feeling titillated as they listen to people confessing about all the lusty activities they've been partaking in.

So that is all for now my fuzzy little quackers.

Besitos !