"There was an Old Lady who swallowed a fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die." ...what the heck was this little nursery rhyme all about? I just don't get it. It's so random...and for the life of me I can't dissect it for meaning at all. Moving random thoughts...
For some reason I keep thinking about sour milk. Maybe that's just the way I'm summing up my life...or maybe it's just because I'm afraid my milk in the fridge might be sour. Either way...sour milk is gross and I don't actually want to be thinking about it. So I will turn to the opposite. The opposite of sour milk is BYU basketball. It's not gross, but actually invigorating. And instead of upsetting your stomach, it just fills your soul with delight. (Thanks to a dear friend of mine, I now have the signature of Jimmer Fredette on a napkin in my room. Word up.) I need more basketball and less sour milk. Man sour milk is gross. I should stop thinking about it.
