I hate when I have to open a new jar of peanut butter. It looks so pristine and perfect, all shiny and new, and then I have to go and stab it repeatedly with a knife, so I can have my breakfast. It's a very sad moment.
Oddly enough, when I come across some virgin snow, also all shiny and new, I can't wait to throw myself across it, ruining it with my footsteps.
Oddly enough, when I come across some virgin snow, also all shiny and new, I can't wait to throw myself across it, ruining it with my footsteps.
