An Undersized Avalanche and the Superiority of White

I have many deep and reflective matters that I could put in writing. But, some shallow motive within me beckons this particular blankness on my blog to be about the really simple and pointless things I contemplated or observed today.

Ahem…

I never put ice in my drink. The underlying cause for my aversion to adding such coolants to my beverage is that the method of getting the ice into my cup is slightly scary. I discovered this intimidation today when I offered to get a friend her drink and she requested her glass be filled with ice. Approaching a machine I rarely visit, I mimicked the actions of the guy in front of me. I put pressure on the metal lever with the plastic cup and a fast rushing throng of solid liquid came forcefully out of the appliance. The consequence of wanting a cooler drink is an undersized avalanche! You truly do not know when the freezing flying pieces are going to impede their flood or if they will resolve to go in the preferred unfilled container instead of striking you.

My only interaction with the beast of an entity called The Government is taxes. With this only contact to judge the system, I conclude complete abhorrence and insolence towards it. Not because I do not want to compensate money, I will gladly offer my share, but because it requires me to obtain a certain set of skills which I do not possess and a deadline to not only acquire these abilities but perform them flawlessly. The consequence of not succeeding at these two feats; trouble! Numbers elude me. Forms with business jargon baffle me. I should shoot the government in the knee!

White/clear things always taste better! The only Life Savers I will consume are the clear ones. My preferred gummy bears are clear. The chalky valentines’ day hearts are horrible expect for the white pieces. Jelly Beans are the same.

Balloons should not be popped. It is like slaughtering happiness.