Anyway, so I came to the conclusion that something in the fridge must have spilled on the gladware that contained the mac and cheese. So, I did what any normal person would do and sniffed the plastic. After my nose hairs stopped burning, I concluded that I was indeed correct. In the process of all of this I got this weird smell on my hands which completely freaked me out because I always think that people will nickname me after something embarrassing like �the girl that smells like bad cheese� or �the girl that fell asleep in class and almost hit her head on the desk� or, as I am actually known in Spanish, as �the girl who gets nervous when she has to talk in front of everyone and sometimes twitches�. Yeah, makes me feel real pretty when I know people are waiting for my crazy nervous eye twitchy thing. By the way I figured out that it was really old mozzarella WAY in the back of the fridge that was the culprit.

Once I ate McDonalds for lunch and then went to yoga that night. While warming up for the class I began to notice a smell that reminded me a lot of Mickey D�s fries. I realized soon after that it was me and that apparently the McDonald�s smell was somehow just oozing out of my pores. At that point I began to get really freaked out because I thought everybody would label me as McJenn or something. The road to inner peace is not paved with cheeseburgers or fries.

So, I have a question for my readers (all seven of you) � do you ever get paranoid about things that you know no one else will notice but you freak out anyway?