I am the definition of classy

After telling my boyfriend that I didn't think I would be able to write a blog for a while, I of course changed my mind within the night and now feel a deep and burning desire to share my thoughts on packaged cheese with the world. I have been a fan of string cheese my whole life. When I was little, my mom never bought it for us deeming it too expensive and unnecessary. I agree wholeheartedly with her but that doesn't mean that I don't just love that little stick of cheese tucked in with the rest of my food for lunch at work (when i do actually have a job that requires bringing a lunch). I don't know what it is about separate packaging that makes an item so special. If there was a hunk of mozzarella cheese in a plastic bag, I would undoubtedly eat it but side by side, I would go for the tightly sealed, nearly impossible to open single serving of string cheese right away. Thats all string cheese is really, mozzarella cheese. All mozzarella cheese is stringy....anyyyyyway. Here is my point. My roommate recently bought a package of string cheese but not string cheese. Its Colby jack cheese sticks. Now, I love string cheese and I love tearing little bits of it off piece by piece and that is what makes string cheese marketable even though a block of mozzarella is essentially the same. However, Colby Jack is an altogether different market. I mean, come on! There is absolutely no reason anyone should fall for the trick of pre packaged boring old Colby jack. I know that I would personally never buy it (I really wouldn't) but still, I opened up the fridge tonight, saw our regular stick of Colby I could have taken a bite off of without even cutting it if I wanted, saw the "fun sized" Colby and grabbed that instead. The essence of America everyone. Anyway, it perturbs me that it is even an option to buy cheese in such ways in our society and it bothers me that despite my knowledge of marketing ploys the neat little wrapped piece of normal non stringy cheese still manages to capture my attention.
I am about to go smoke a bong. I thought it would be a mini bong as that was the way it was advertised to me by BFB. When I got to his house, I decided that any "piece" that is longer than the average dick should never be considered mini. This fucker is huge. I feel pretty silly smoking it alone. Oh Well. Such is life. Someday, I am going to have money and throw elaborate wine and cheese parties and sneak into my own closet in my fancy black dress to do a line of blow. Someday. For now I will stick to smoking giant mini bongs by myself in my sports bra and sweat pants. Oh man, I even have leftover Chinese food....movie reference of the day....
M: That was my mother, she just had a little Korean dropped off.
G: Oh that sounds good, lets have that...