My Life Is Like A Fruitcake

Until just now I didn’t realize that I harbored such a hatred towards fruit. Nor did I know that my life could be compared to one of the most loathed gifts/foods of the merriest holiday in the year. Thanks Josh.

The AIM conversation:
(With most of the stupid, miscellaneous crap and poor spelling weeded out…)

Janelle:
I want cereal.

Josh:
Aw, no cereal in the house?

Janelle:
Not usually. I'm simple and prefer Cornflakes or Cheerios.
They want Cheerios with every dried fruit imaginable.
Icky.
I detest fruit chunks in yogurt or cereal.

Josh:
Ha! Even raisins?

Janelle:
I haaaate raisins.
Love the bran, though.

Josh:
XD

Janelle:
Reading that over again makes me sound incredibly odd.

Josh:
That you love the bran?
You old bag.

Janelle:
D:
I am senile.
Stupid fruit.
I yell at fruit, not children with Frisbees.

Josh:
No, you yell at us too.

Janelle:
You are the fruits in the cake that is my life.

Those Special Moments.

When I first linked this blog to my friend Josh, he asked me if by daily I was going to update regularly and look for instances in which to be humorous. I told him that by no means do I have any sort of routine and that those moments really seem to find me, I don’t need to provoke them.

Conversation via AIM:

Zack:
Waaaaah! Lisa and Marty are trying to get me to make a Facebook!
You gots to do something about this!
Come on, Janelle: I CHOOSE YOU!

(An Hour Later…)

Janelle:
Am I an ultra rare holofoil? ._.

Zack:
No! You fail for not preventing me from getting a damn Facebook! No cookie for you... bad Janelle! >.<

Janelle:
Janellezard sad. D:
Uhh. Add me? =)

I think I made my point...