Biscuits!

Well I promised myself to not say nasty things about Warren for a while. But it disturbs me that he still thinks of me as baked goods.

I am NOT a butter biscuit!

In fact, I do not wish to be associated with butter. It makes my forhead pop. So I pull my hair over it, and have to constantly brush it away from my glasses. Still, Warren is better than Jeremy, who called me a springroll. Is that an ethnic crack? I will so have to kill him if it was.