Lobotomy! Lobotomy!

Mmkay. here's my latest shot at a meaningful blog:

This will be about how much I love hot cocoa.

OK, so can I say that I am a total wimp? Well, yeah, I guess I can. But whatever. I basically wake up to my mom rubbing my back and the scent of the hot cocoa she is taunting me with.

"Wake up, sweetie! Here's some cocoaaa...."

So, wheres the taunting part, you may ask?

It's the part where she subliminally tells me that I cannot have that wonderful cocoa unless I wake up. Damn damn damn.

But don't get me wrong. I am grateful for my chocolatey goodness. People in thirdworld countries don't wake up without cocoa. I bet you they don't wake up with any beverage... none! whatsoever!!!

And that, my dear friends, SHOCKS ME.

America is screwed up. Why don't we help other countries, I ask you?

I'm going to end this post now. But I have one last word, one word only...

"Why?"