damn pancakes

something new i learned today:
65% of my income goes to rent. i have no clue how i'm still surviving, but i'm not questioning it.


pancakes seem to be on my mind lately, and i cant seem to escape it.
everything relates back or can be compared to pancakes: work, lunch, boys.

boys/pancakes...they seem like a good idea, but it always ends up making you feel sick. you crave them once in a while so you go to IHOP...wait...make that Denny's...and you order a stack of those buttery, so bad for you, but sounds-so-good-at-the-time pancakes. and you sit there with anticipation and such high expectations, and as the waiter walks out with the fresh plate of gloriousness, you've never felt so elated. then comes the first bite. oh so good & so exciting...then the second. by the third, you realize that you're sick of it and it actually makes you feel a little nauseous. you regret ever ordering pancakes and end up leaving 9/10 of the stack on the table to never be touched again (unless you're crystal...she's the only exception. she loves her pancakes). you try to hide the disgusted look on your face so you don't insult anyone, but sometimes you just can't help it. did i make you hungry? i sure hope not.

that was completely random and probably made no sense at all...but it's past my bedtime & it's my blog so live with it. :)

although my faith in relationships is exponentially waning, this gives me hope for a future:



nothing says love like baby got back. dance on, friends.