Samsung 40" 1080 LCD. It’s even better than I thought it would be.

I stopped at the market the other day to buy some bread and a few other items, one of which is my favorite kind of chips - Cape Cod Blue Corn chips. Unfortunately, they didn't have any. Nor did they have any Stax (a superior knockoff of Pringles). Then I saw an old favorite, Fritos. Greasy, salty, crunchy and delicious. I bought a bag against my better judgment. Fast forward a few days and I'm flipping between the basketball and baseball games on TV and need a snack. So I head into the kitchen and munch down on some Fritos, careful not to bring the bag with me back to the couch (a recipe for gluttony). A few minutes later, I go back for more. This time, after eating a few, I got the urge for something sweet. So I got out the Honeycomb. As I crunched down on a handful, I was struck by how odd they tasted. I tried a few more and they still tasted terribly. I thought maybe they had somehow gone stale or something, but that wasn't it. It turns out that Fritos make everything else taste weird, as I found out later when I had some with a nutritious Totinos pepperoni pizza.

As many of you know, I’ve never liked tattoos. To me, they are the equivalent of graffiti or painting flames on a car, both of which deface the canvas in question. But I've been watching a lot of NBA playoffs, and have decided to become a rebel, just like everyone else. So I had to figure out what I wanted it to say. Most people I talk to that have “tats” claim that their “ink” has a great deal of personal meaning. So I thought about the things I enjoy in life and found my answer. Here's a close-up for you. Impressive, eh? Of course, now I can’t wear baseball caps the right way anymore, but that’s a small price to pay. And I'm not done yet. I want to be just like Lebron James and have both arms covered in ink. I think I might branch out for my next one. Honeycomb, perhaps, or maybe Smacks. I could go old school with Super Sugar Crisp - they don't call it that anymore, so it would be the equivalent of a vintage jersey. This theme is great and gives me a ton of options; Eggo waffles, Aunt Jemima syrup, English muffins, and of course Dunkin Donuts. Ah, Dunkin Donuts. I think I'll run that one all the way across my back. Stay tuned!

If you live in my neighborhood, you might spot something unusual at night. It won't be as easy to identify as Big Foot or the Loch Ness Monster, and sightings are sure to be fleeting. Don't be alarmed, however, as this “creature” is harmless and actually quite cute. 

As you can see, I really need to go to the grocery store. Amazingly, I still have some juice left. The frosting? Well, I had planned on baking a cake for the first time ever, but since it's getting warmer and I'm getting into summer shape I decided I didn't need the calories. However, my infamous sweet tooth (the foolish molar?) reared its ugly head the other day and I just had to have something sweet. Since I don't buy candy (the only way to stop myself from eating it) I normally just let the feeling pass. This time, however, I remembered that there was frosting was in the cabinet. So the last couple of days, I've been letting myself have a spoonful after scraping together something delicious adequate for dinner. Okay, it ended up being several spoonfuls each night. So now I've decided to throw the rest away. I'll let you know if I can actually do so without one more taste.