Love, Cereal and Calgary

I learned something interesting in March. After a brew or two there are two things that I text to people that I care about.

1. I tell people that I care about that I love them. This probably isn't shocking to anyone - I am affectionate towards my best friends.

2. I tell people I care about that I love Cheerios. Usually it's spelled verrioossssss or cheerrixxooosssss, but the main message is there. I don't know what it is, but if I really care about you, I have probably told you about my love for that certain brand/kind of cereal. In fact, I am much more exclusive with telling people about Cheerios then I am about saying "I love you".

I find number two very interesting. In fact, all three people I have texted to about Cheerios I have apologized to afterwards. Mainly because it's not really a message that seems to them to have particular meaning and probably gets annoying. However, if you happen to be reading this, know that it's because I think you're awesome that you get those messages. Also, if I haven't texted you about Cheerios please don't be offended, it isn't that I don't love you. If I have, know that you hold some kind of special place in my intoxicated heart.

Now onto the Calgary bit. I interviewed for a job in Calgary on Friday. This has spurred on a rush of things, such as fear of the "real world". I am soon going to be thrust into the adult world. In some ways I am really excited and in other ways I am completely terrified.

Life choices. Sweet.

p.s. Seriously Cheerios are amazing. Honey Nut style.