Today I learned how to use my blog profile.

And that The Chelsea Office Cartwheel Olympics are NOT instantly beloved by everyone else in the office. Despite several falls into couches and ficus plants, I won the gold.

Gold: Joseph Riippi
Silver: N/A
Bronze: Harriet the Dog, who chased me throughout and was demoted from Silver medal due to excessive barking.

I have no idea how I keep my job...

I had no idea you had so much fun and physical activity at work! (And I turn a mean cartwheel, btw. Next time you are in Seattle I hereby request a CARTWHEEL-OFF!! Wait, that sounds weird...)

Yes, so delicious, but do not discount the apple-cheese-cinnamon-sugar option! Mmmm, tea sandwiches!

I need to do cartwheels to burn off the calories of reading this blog entry... Let's have a Nutella Fondue party! With apples, pineapple, strawberries, banana, marshmellows and NUTTER BUTTERS!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

...and all these years, I thought nutella was a lubricant. D'oh!

When I read this blog entry for the first time a couple days ago, I had never heard of Nutella. Intrigued, I Wikipedia'd it, and since then I have seen it everywhere, from pictures on peoples' Myspace profiles to the desk of one of my fellow students in my Shapes of Resistance class. So when I saw somebody eating that stuff right out of the container today, I figured it was fate directing me toward the loss of my Nutellaginity. So I went to Safeway and bought two containers (on sale even!), caught my bus home just in time, put on the most epic song I could think of (Media Sift [Through Heart Rises] by Terrene), and indulged in the nutty cocoa taste of my long-anticipated Nutella.

And I must say, not bad.