thin mints and presidents

a co-worker's child is selling girl scout cookies for her troop. the order form sits on our conference table. i walk by it everyday. thin mints. tagalongs. do-si-dos. shortbread. caramel delights. i find myself avoiding the conference table at all costs. i have a game tomorrow and a half marathon in may. i can not be fat for that. it's taken me almost 33 years to learn that cookies make you fat. and girl scouts are an evil clan of miniature pudgy pushers. that's why they are here. the country got a new president. he seems like a nice guy i guess. i wouldn't want the job. the economy is in a downward spiral, the housing market is the pits, war and fighting surround us, our planet is suffering great environmental decline, and we continue to be a society of consumers. consume a tree. consume an ocean. consume a credit card. consume a cookie. thank God for guitar hero. it's still january. it's still cold. i'm in need of a jeep ride. i may bundle up and do that this weekend. we play our second game tomorrow night. i still haven't figured out whether or not our team is good. i mean, i think we could whoop some girl scouts or a team of third graders... but it's a bit too early to tell. i daydream alot these days. hard to stay focused. it's wonderful... like a cookie.