blahblah...hey, girl scout cookies have no transfats!...blah blah

That's right, thats what i said! The girl scouts have very kindly removed ALL the transfats from their cookies...no more worrying about bad fats while i eat something like the 40 dollars worth of thin mints i bought last weekend...although i smoke so transfats are going to be the least of my problems in 20 years...

But i'm sure i'll have it coming...it's my fault for engaging in such high risks behaviors like smoking, eating girl scout cookies or filling up my gas tank on Capitol and Sherman...

And as long as i'm on it...i admit that i'm part of the Britney problem on the tube and in print...i can't seem to stop myself from checking out the latest stupid mess this bald headed millionaire seems to indulge in...maybe it's because it's always nice to see someone who has 100 million dollars so messed up...as in "i'm broke but at least i'm not as stupid as Britney!" Let's see Britney answer the phone and come up with a new inventive excuse for not paying her cable bill this month instead of the boring "i'm broke" same old same old...bet she can't cuz she's stupid!

It just depresses me that someone as untalented, "can't sing, can dance a little" as Britney has 100 MILLION DOLLARS!!! WHAT THE HECK! What kind of cosmic lottery did she win while someone like you and me...nice attitude, sound morals, underwear wearing person struggles...you know what kind of problems i would have if i had that kind of money...who to call for delivery..."should i call Dominos or Pizza Hut...hey, wait a minute, i'm rich...i'm calling Rosatti's!

I suspect a major part of Britneys problem is....(drumroll)...herself...and i don't mean bipolar or too much to drink...her real problem...she's narcasistic...check it out...she has 100 million and two beautiful healthy young sons yet she is jetting all over the world with guys she barely knows paying 40 thousand a night at some hotel...when she's not shaving her head...i mean i have bad hair days too but that is what bleach and Cost Cutters is for...i have a girlfriend who has tried for the last decade to have children and all she has to show for it is a weird sort of rare cancer she got from the fertility treatments...yet she's shown nothing but grace and peace...plus she's a damn fine cook, but no one knows about her...and then there's the brave teenagers who stayed by the side of a dying man they didn't know at Citgo on the corner of Capitol and Sherman...how many teenagers or adults would do that?! Damn few...but then again, they're no Britney...thank God.