Now, I should be more careful about dispensing these photos, as we really do not have enough to show one everyday for six weeks (despite what Maggie Jayne Matson may tell you), but this one… well, I just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. I had to pixelate my face. I apologize for that fact, but it is just too much ugly for the general populace. With 4 box tops, 2 easy payments of $19.95 (no COD’s), and a back massage, I will e-mail you a copy of the original, but aren’t my chubby arms and ill-fitting dress enough?!
This was taken in Mohn House, our Junior year honor house. I deduced this by the refrigerator (my good friend, I know it well), as I have no recollection of this photo being taken. A dear friend, who shall remain nameless, e-mailed it to me a few weeks ago with the message, “surprise. found this old chestnut in the archives – not sure if i ever shared this with you. too late now.”
And yes, that is oatmeal. Some crazy college party kids choose to order pizzas late at night. My choice is, always has been, always will be, oatmeal. For everything. If it translated well into tattoo form, I would get an oatmeal tattoo. Alas, its globular nature prevents me from going under the needle.
I could wax poetic about oatmeal all day long. I eat it every single morning and never tire. There’s one healthy habit I don’t have to work to change! More on oatmeal and its accouterments to come. I will make oatmeal believers of you all!