Oh, Girl Scout cookies. As a former peddler of those wonderful treats, i can tell you with all authority that Tagalongs are the best cookie ever in existence times infinity. If i had any less restraint than i do, i could (and WOULD. WITH GUSTO.) eat a whole box of them in a sitting. But it wouldn't be my fault, those boxes are SMALL! Three little rows of five cookies each? Take a cue from Oreo and pack fifty more in there, you cheap whores.
Right now i'm cleaning out my closet, because it had actually gotten to the point where i couldn't really... open the doors anymore. Or at least not without five things falling out. Boy i have a lot of crap! Anyway, i was looking through my old papers and drawings, and it's really depressing how much i used to draw for fun. I drew a LOT! Until high school killed all my joy for art and i turned to the cold, hollow embrace of the internet. I hadn't thought much about the significance of that until faced with tangible evidence that most of my drawing died out after middle school; it feels so monumentally sad to see proof of my young and innocent artistic tendencies, when now i can't pick up a paintbrush without it feeling like work. I need to start drawing again.
Oh, Girl Scout cookies. As a former peddler of those wonderful treats, i can tell you with all authority that Tagalongs are the best cookie ever in existence times infinity. If i had any less restraint than i do, i could (and WOULD. WITH GUSTO.) eat a whole box of them in a sitting. But it wouldn't be my fault, those boxes are SMALL! Three little rows of five cookies each? Take a cue from Oreo and pack fifty more in there, you cheap whores.