I should change the name from "Deep Thoughts" to "Random Crap"

And heeere weeeee GO.

I had the Beach Boys Christmas music stuck in my head ALL DAY. What's up with that? I think the BB's were on the radio on the way back from lunch. I ate Digiorno's stuffed crust. Y.U.M.

After a series of other delightful events I ventured to CVS with Monica so she could get tampons. That's right, I'm callin' her out. And really? There's nothing to be called out on. It happens. I don't want to play the crazy feminazi card, but why do we have to pay for tampons? It seems unethical... but I guess we have to pay for food and water also so whatever. And Monica doesn't even have Internet access so the odds of her reading this are slim. And if you are reading this Mon, I owe you the next three restaurant picks and a bloody mary. For you. Not for me. Those things are foul. So we're browsing the candy aisle when I spot some Sour Patch watermelons. Speaking of yum, so in a moment of weakness I picked up a bag.... turned it over, and checked the calorie count. 140! How many servings? 6!! What the fetch?! That's, like 2 billion calories. Unacceptable. So as we're checking out I'm telling Monica about this and the check out girl is scowling at me. She actually appeared to be going out of her way to look up at me and frown. As we were walking out I mentioned something to Mon about this and she said "Maybe it's because we're skinny so she just thought you were a bitch for talking about it"

A: I am no skinny bitch
B: if I'm gonna get busted it is NOT going to be by a guy like that...


...wait, no that's Abe Froman. At any rate - MAYBE if that checker girl (who's was workin' what her mama gave her) spent a little less time giving me dirty looks and a little more time counting calories we wouldn't've had our unpleasant little run-in. That is all, you can now all lower your opinion of me.