The Second Post

Thanksgiving! For us weird Americans, anyway. I've always wondered why we're called Americans when two whole continents are called America. It doesn't make much sense. But then again neither does a lot of stuff.

Example: Why we eat turkeys. Last year I saw a live turkey for the first time, and it was horribly ugly and made this noise that really freaked me out. Who figured that they'd taste good cooked? I honestly detest the things, alive or dead.

But pie, on the other hand, is utterly delicious (in my opinion, anyway. My best friend hates pumpkin pie). Mmmm.

Umm...hi

Hi. I have no idea why I really started this, except my bff has one and I thought it might be interesting. Not to say I'm boring, just that this is random.
So, me. I'm not gonna tell you stalkers anything that could let you trace me. Call me Rainbows. Or Weird-Girl-Who-Randomly-Started-A-Blog. I don't care, I'm not there to hear you. Plus, if I tell you people stuff, you'll make assumptions. And do you know why they're called assumptions? Because they make asses out of you and me. Well, mainly you. Now I must go live my fabulous life (actually, I have to unload the dishwasher).