I feel guilty when I request the American cheese at Subway. I’m convinced everyone in the restaurant will point their fingers at me and chant, “Xen-O-Phobe! Xen-O-Phobe!” I mean, it hasn’t happened yet, but it will. I think.
In other news, sometimes PB&J sandwiches hurt the roof of my mouth. Is that weird?

So. Here are some things to keep you busy or help you waste time because, well, myspace just never was all that cool:

Some Ecards. The funniest, most random ecards ever. I could spend hours reading them all and fig’ing mercilessly. Feel free to email me one. I might even send you one in response. Then you can send me one. Then I can send one. We can go all night.
How many five year olds could you take in a fight? I could only take 22. I’m actually ashamed of that.
The Candidate Match Game. Edwards 4 Eva’.
Perfect Date Dating Video. I could’ve sworn I posted this earlier, but I guess I didn’t. The lovely Jess sent me this link, and I watched it something like a million times. It’ll only waste a few minutes of your time, but boy, is it worth it.
Passive-Aggressive Notes. a.k.a. “Jane Notes.” (joke) The next best thing to Postsecret, and a thousand times funnier.
The Great Pop Vs. Soda Controversy. I guess people in Nevada, Utah, and Wyoming don’t drink much of anything. Or maybe they’re all about moonshine. Or Mormonism.
Learning to Love You More. Seriously awesome site recommended by my sweet cousin. Assignments and displays of love. You can participate at will.
We Feel Fine. Another seriously awesome site. Also the next best thing to Postsecret, and a little more inspiring.
Oh, and look at these libraries. If that’s not the coolest thing ever, my name isn’t Jane.

So. I saw I Am Legend this afternoon, and it’s quite bad ass. I need to try to see No Country for Old Men at some point. Everyone who has seen it either says it’s the best movie of the year or the best movie of all time. I also now want to see 21 and the Narnia movies. I missed the first one.
And other thoughts:

Charlize Theron is super-sexy, but her new Dior perfume commercial is more than annoying to me.
Since when is Beyonce all about singing jingles?
I like the word “pint.”

That’s all now.
Peace, love, and Merry Almost Christmas.