I Hate...

Katie.

(I apologize to all of you that don't know what this means, but it needed to be said. And said here. Well, not quite here, but up a few lines.)

And just for good measure, Katie will soon have two sperm whales, an anvil, and three singing horses fall on her simultaniously while she walks to class.

I love rice.

Buttered.

Buttered rice.

With chocolate whipped topping.

Smothered in hot tomatoes.

And garlic.

More garlic.

And then toss in some hippo leg for good measure.