Man, I’m all over the place today. Haven’t had any time to sit and formulate a good post here, so I’ll just give it a try now that it’s 5:29 p.m.

Why, you say, have I not had time to get my thoughts together? Well, I’m working on some shit. And it’s kinda like work and maybe some day I’ll make money from it and so it’s important. Plus, between you and me, I think the sugar mama is going to start asking for proof that I’m doing something around the house all day besides reading Home Style magazine (or some shit) and slicing chicken packages open.

Speaking of which, today’s lunch went, um, better, I guess you could say. The ease of it was definitely better. I did not have to get out a knife to open the Easy Mac n Cheese Cheesyexplosionshitstuff. It opened just fine and even though it was the first time I made it, it was pretty good.

I also wanted to have a couple pieces of bread with peanut butter, and that’s where the problem came about. Yeah, I know. Fucking peanut butter should not be difficult. Well, it wasn’t, per se (I love just using that phrase… I kinda feel like an English butler or something when I use it, except that I don’t own a tux. But if I did, I would say “per se” a lot and try to walk around with my nose in the air like Geoffrey on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air).

So, it wasn’t that tough. Opening the jar was easy. But the dead ants inside were a bit disgusting. Shit. Now, it came from Nebraska with me and I know this for two reasons: 1) where I was living had some ants from time to time and they liked to eat teamCAC’s food when it got on the bedroom floor and 2) because it was the chunky kind. Sugar mama doesn’t like chunky peanut butter (I know, easy joke here, she must like chunky men though… haha fuckers), she only likes creamy. So the dead-bug kind was mine, but at least I had another jar to open and got to eat my lunch in relative piece.

Except for when I kept thinking about dead ants. And I was going to write more on disgusting things people eat or maybe even on what types of foods are not disgusting but you think they should be (potentially that should be another blog anyway). However, I’m not going to write about that because as I was eating said Easy Mac n Cheese Cheesyexplosionshitstuff and peanut butter bread, I was also reading some emails.

Now that I’m “my own boss” I have a bunch of emails that I read that come from other places where I can go find another boss (ie, I get the job ads in email). So I was reading Talentzoo.com and surfing the articles it had for today and I came across something that almost would go in both the aforementioned disgusting things category and things you thought would be disgusting but might not be category: 50 people inside a condom in Tel Aviv.

No seriously. This isn’t a joke like, “A guy walks into a bar with a dog under one arm and a bowling ball under the other and says to the barkeep….”. No at all. And this isn’t porn. I wouldn’t ever … oh hell, you all know me and know I would look at porn.

But anyway, this is not it. It was on an actual branding site and had some legitimacy of some sort, or so someone said. Whatever. No matter, it did catch my eye… until I saw a Tweet from a media guy about this year’s bowl lineup.

Now that’s more like it. Football and food. That’s what I should be reading every day at lunch now that I get to “work at home” and can “set my own hours.”

I’m excited for  Nebraska to get into the Big Ten next year because it’ll give me better chances to see them in a bowl since the Capital One, Outback and Gator Bowl are within a (relatively) close distance… well, they are closer than freaking Lincoln, that’s for sure.

While I might be happy for NU, I definitely wouldn’t want to be a TCU fan. Hell, it’s no wonder those kids play like they’re on fire. They need a damn BCS game. They have a great program right now and what do they get for winning the league? The MAACO Las Vegas Bowl? Now, don’t get me wrong. You can’t totally crap on Vegas. But this is kinda like being in THE traveling company for Cats and you’re playing Branson, Mo. Career highlight? Um, no.

As I look at it, TCU really needs to go to the league commissioner and say they’ll only play in one-name bowls. Think about it… most of the cool bowls, and really almost all the ones that count, are one namers. Rose. Fiesta. Sugar. Orange. Gator. Holiday (despite the recent demotion. Yikes… maybe they should have given media gifts last year). Etc., etc. There are a few exceptions, but I sure as hell can’t see anyone getting jacked up on going to the Dallas Football Classic or the Beef ‘O’ Brady’s Bowl.

So those were my lunch thoughts today, as written five hours later in a total of 23 minutes. Now hopefully dead ants aren’t a delicacy in eastern Canada or I may be in trouble since TW actually made a reply on yesterday’s post. Aboot time, girl. Ha. Peace.