Chunky Soy

I just got called out for editing myself, so I have to work in something rather outrageous into my blog. So, here it is: I was asked what was the most outrageous thing that came to mind, and instead of something normal...I kind of went in a weird direction. Suddenly, I had this vivid image of several obese men, truly overweight, naked. They were on skis and going down a snowy mountain, and they were all dancing like the Pussycat Dolls, and that stupid "When I Grow Up" song was running through my head. But the more I think about it, the uglier it gets. It's a bad music video, and the scenes keep getting worse. Fat, naked men wrestling in oil (oh, I just threw up in my mouth)...trying to pole dance...ugh...
I blame Brooke, and I blame my soy milk. I wanted cereal this morning, and I realized that my little bit of milk expired on Thursday. So, I reached for my leftover soy milk, and it smelled funky too. It expired a week ago, and when I tried to pour it down the drain...ick...it was chunky. Bleh. No milk like products for me for a while.
Anyway, the editing junk was me thinking about diatribing on politics and then hearing myself and thinking "dear god, stop rambling." So, it's really that sometimes I think, man, I think I am boring myself.
So, we will stop there. I think I will sneak out of the office most of this week...I'm still the best and no one will notice if I'm not around...I need to go do stuff anyway...golf, buy new jeans...you know, important stuff...