Freedom!

You know that saying "It's always a good day when you can come home and take off your pants"? No you don't?
I promise I didn't just make that up. Yeah, I made it up about three minutes ago. Four minutes if you count the minute it took to take off my pants, look for a hanger, and end up dropping my skinny jeans on my closet floor.
(Sorry I digressed.)
But you all know what I mean.
We've all had good days; we've all had bad days.
I know you've had a day in which you got an A on a test, talked to a cute frat boy outside the HSS, and (hallelujah!) didn't fall down the stairs in the Business Building.
But I also know you've had days in which you woke up to a cloudy day, didn't know you had a quiz, and spent your last dollar on unfulfilling pretzels from the vending machine.
After both days didn't it feel great to come home, check your Myspace, fix a healthy (or fattening) snack, and then take you pants off.
WHAT!?!? You don't do that? Please please try it. Unless you live with a roommate, or small children... In that case wait until you have a place to yourself.

Seriously, nothing is better than peeling off your heavy, nonbreathing, constricting, blue jeans.
Well.. maybe not NoTHiNG. It could be argued that Hevean beats taking off your pants.

But it sure is a close second.

Super Explatives.

I want so badly for people to read my blog and have their jaws drop and click subscribe (or whatever it is Blogger has)! I haven't written in so long because I feel like I have nothing captivating to write. But I figure I should or this will never be a success.
So I've decided that I will just write about anything until Ive figured out what I want this blog to be about. superlatives
And I figure if no one read it...Thats okay. I love writing. And the opportunity this blog provides, to pour part of my heart out, is good enough for me.
So lately my mouth has gotten the better out of me. I can't stop cussing! I'm sure it has something o do with recently graduating from a conservative Christian private school.
As one of my co workers playfully described another coworker she said "God Joey! Every other word out of your mouth is f***. You say things like 'Hi My f***ing name is f***ing Joey and f*** I have a f***ing black shirt on....F***."

Hmmm..that quote is frighteningly starting to describe me.
I'm not proud.

Ehhhhh... So this blog was boring. Sue me. Actually...
F*** me. :)

The next one will be better. Promise.

Blueberry Muffins?

Blueberry Muffins? Why oh why would you call your blog blueberry muffins?

Well I'm hoping people will like my blog. People meaning you. I hope you enjoy my blog. Hence the name blueberry muffins. Especially when they're straight out of the oven. Mmmmmm imagine this. You open the oven. Inside is one delicious appearing plump muffin. The muffin is golden brown. Perfect. Deep purple stains spot the crust of the muffin. Better than cookies and pecan pie. Teasing your tast buds. Imagine your salivary glands already starting to water. The only thing competing with the aroma waifing from the pastry is the taste of the muffin. The blueberries are sweet and stain your tongue blue. The bread is warm in your mouth. Don't you want another muffin?

Thats what I want my blog to be to you, reader. I want you to crave my blog. Wish I had written a littlbe bit more. I realize that this may not be so. I'll probably only be read by one or two friends and my Mom when she stalks my Internet History.

But maybe somebody will stumble across my blog by accident. My plump, purple stained, golden brown, mouth watering blog.


P.S. I can call my blog whatever I want. Also how I can write on whatever I want. ;)
Bite on that.