Pixie Stix Disaster 2011

Last week my neighbors had a party where they had a candy bar. Jellybeans, weird toffee, snickers, twix, and a whole tub of pixie stix. When I saw those sugary tubes of joy I knew I had to have one. One turned into 3, and that turned into 7 and I was just so happy that my taste buds still thought they were as rad as they did 15 years ago. (I feel very blessed.)

So I feel a little less this:

And a little more this:

Although, now I feel like I have a problem. I didn’t realize at the time is that this candy would turn me into a sugar addict. Like Charlie Sheen style, on top of the world, kind of sugar addict.

So I tried to stop, but at lunch I had a Dr. Pepper and I’m back to basically wanting to roll through pile sugar (while I threaten someone into a closet, who will shortly call the police on me).

Also the biggest conundrum of all.. how am I supposed to lose weight for my sister’s wedding if all I want is to eat all the sugar in the world?

And worse is she going to replace me with Ashton Kutcher if I can’t stop myself?!?!


Let’s talk about ‘Ships

There isn’t a thing that can slow this blog down. No meanies, beanies, weenies (note:not Christine of course!), or anything in betweenies. So I am going to Beyonce snap this into a doodle… *snap*

I think this doodle is appropriate for the following reasons:

1. I like the Science of Sleep which this post is a personal aside to,

2. I like general nautical adventures, much like Gob from Arrested development (especially with the hot cops):

It's magic!

3. Because of this post about a man whose girlfriend is not as pretty as a man in drag….
Sadly I know girls who aren't that pretty, inside or out.

4. I am in a surprisingly good mood today considering I was crying in the bathroom at work yesterday.
I looked just like this... except for in an orange bathroom.

5. Because Charlie Sheen is winning in my heart.

And that is all. Love and Lollipops to all of y’all.