Let's Eat Paste

Ahh, the memories come flowing back, like a stopped up drain, of foil-covered Valentine's Day boxes, kids running around the classroom, giggling while putting Valentines in everyone else's decorated box. And it was so wonderful to know that nearly every girl in my class, from nearly every year of elementary school, does indeed like me as a friend. Girls that had no reason to believe that I had a crush on them or anything, still wanting to be certain that I knew I didn't have a chance. Pre-emptive rejection, that's real nice. I guess that's what I get, though, for thinking it would be cool to make my box look like a computer.

Well, for the record, when I put that Superman Valentine's Day card into your box, I didn't actually think you were super, I was just being polite. I didn't really even want to go steady with you. I do now, though, so please email me.

Well, today I wanted to write a piece about the Super Bowl since everyone seems to be talking about it. It has come to the end of the day, and I just couldn't make a decision about what to write about. These were the themes I was batting around:

1.) Humorous piece about how the real reason to watch the Super Bowl is for the commercials.
2.) Informational piece about how those ads are so expensive.
3.) Op ed piece expressing indignance about some aspect of last year's Janet & Justin fiasco.

I hope some other writer will pick up one of these torches and carry it.