Girl Thing...and yogurt

Yesterday I was glad when Girl Thing finally made it's appearance, since I was well over a week late. Today, however, Girl Thing can go away again, please.

I should have read the Yoplait ingredient listing before I bought the fantastically on sale stuff. I erred and assumed that because my preferred brand of yogurt has good ingredients that all yogurt must be made the same way. Ha! Can you say high fructose corn syrup? And what exactly do they do to modify corn starch? No to Yoplait from now on. Their containers bug me anyway.

Tillamook all the way.

Global Warming

Don't believe Bush. It's happening and now IS the time to finally step up and do something about it. Yes, little old you in the singular ARE contributing to it and making changes in your life and encouraging others to do so CAN make a difference.

I'm tired of people talking about it. Something needs to be done, and I ain't just talking on a governmental level. It boggles my mind that people either choose to believe they're not responsible in any way or shrug their shoulders and believe as long as it doesn't drastically impact them in their own lifetime they don't care.

Quite honestly, the US population in particular needs to change its attitude. No, you don't need a honkin' huge, gas-guzzling, greenhouse gas emitting SUV because on the rare occasion you might need to haul something. No, you don't need to drive to work, alone, if you live within bussing, walking or biking distance. No, you don't need to buy food so packaged and processed you create massive amounts of waste.

Getting off soapbox now. I just...how do you get a bunch of selfish gits to care enough to stop killing the planet?

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Well, my abdomen stopped twitching. Now it's my chin.

Same shit, different day

By shit, I do mean that literally. I have yet to understand a phenomenon that occurs on public buses: the tendency for several people to speak in abnormally loud voices so as the whole bus can hear their obnoxious conversations.

Today's was about poo. Girl apparently pooed in someone's toilet and forgot to flush. Boy said his poo was the size of a football, but it was all good because the toilet was a good one. Girl said a mutual friend pooped little tiny poos like a weak little kid. It went on and on to varying degrees of TMI.

Seriously, why would you even discuss that crap (no pun) in a public place let alone practically shout about it?