all in the name of change

It's a given that the past is what shapes the present you, but that doesn't mean that I should love my past selves by default.

In the name of a fresh start, I decided to haul my ass from the much-loved xanga to blogger. There are other motives behind this sudden move, since it might seem odd that I suddenly jumped xanga-ship just when I got back from almost six months of hiatus. One of the major things (that brings us back to my introductory line) was that I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to archive my shit. It's a bit embarassing for me to look back at all the tripe I wrote for untold eyes to see, especially when I feel like I need the room to stretch my rusty writing muscles--something that can't be done when you're encumbered by your past, who was largely only good at sprouting drivel.

To end this seriously, really boring story (it's not even really a story), I'm gonna point out that I got a picture of beans on this blog. It's green, it's fancy-ish, and beans are good at making people happy because of their comfortable shape (the round green-ness is totally easy on the eyes). They're also tasty and come armed with a cool ass song:

Beans, beans the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot (courtesy of a long-forgotten Simpsons episode).

Do you see any other vegetables with their own jingle? Didn't think so. Side note: I didn't know beans were fruit, and I don't think they actually are, so don't hold me accountable to the presented facts in bean-jingle.