I'm pissed off. I was supposed to have pancakes this morning but my mom got lazy and didn't make 'em. Instead I had Tony the Tiger's ceral. That damn cartoon is a crack head. Why else would he be so obsessed with "frosted" cereal? Don't get me started on that lepurchaun cuz that's all the li'l dude is. That why he like clovers and stuff so much, he's got a pot of gold and uses the cereal to distract the kids from looking for it. Anyway, I had a little troble today. Just one of the difficulties with being a guy really. I was playing soccer and the ball hit me in my "area." It hurt. And Sarah brought forth the promise of cookies. She'd better keep it or I'll buy her a dog and then commence beating it up.