I wanted regular sour cream when I went shopping today!   But because the label is so small on Breakstone’s “Fat Free” Sour Cream, I failed to notice I bought the wrong kind.

Absolutely furious, I wrote a stern and crusading letter to the company’s website.  Seriously!

Now, with a calmer frame of mind, I’m reflecting on my sour ways, and not just my food rant.

In general lately my petty concerns and neuroses are far too prominent, and I’ve been feeling self-centered and emotionally trite.

It’s high time to put things in perspective, don’t sweat the small stuff, release negative thoughts, help others, and not make a big fucking deal about eating blah sour cream.

Time to spend my energy and focus on what’s really important in life.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go eat a baked potato.