it seems like now that i don't live with four other girls in a house i go through groceries a lot faster. maybe just because we all used to share a lot of our food or something. i bought more peanut butter today. i went through an 18 oz jar in less than a week. i'm not sure whether to be proud or ashamed of that. because i don't even need to put peanut butter on anything to enjoy it. i usually just grab a spoon and dig in. wow, stephie, that's a lot of fat. well. i think it's okay because peanut butter/nuts and cheese are the primary sources of fat in my diet. everything else is either mostly protein or fiber. so i think it all balances out. and i may just continue to eat a jar of peanut butter a week because i can and it's so good. how bout them apples?

so i've been thinking over the past few days about how it's probably somewhat strange for some of you who know me and read this to "see" me occasionally cuss. namely my parents. i don't think either of my parents has ever heard me utter any sort of swear word in my life, and most of my friends know that it is a rare occurance. but i'm trying to make it a new habit. haha just kidding. breathe. i'm not on the path to corruption. i don't think it's profanity unless you are ascribing less value to something than what it is worth. the times when i throw in the occasional cuss word, it is just for emphasis or comedic value. because really, and i think most of you would agree, helen and i just think the word "ass" is pretty funny. it all started at caffeine, a college coffee house in evanston on the northwestern campus. they sell huge cookies called big ass cookies and if you want more shots for your espresso drink, you have to call it an ass kicker. so call us immature, but i find it quite liberating.