I love toast. I love coming home drunk, unwrapping some really cheap white bread, turning my toaster to the halfway spot between level 4 and 5, pushing the handle down, then reaping my delicious golden prize that pops up after just a few moments. Put a little butter on there, maybe some jam, and I’m set. I would eat it for every meal if I could. The “accoutrement” is cheap. Its easy and quick to make. And most importantly, it is delicious.

But that is not why I have decided to be a huge tool and join the blogging world with the name “Making Toast.” I just love toast.

Instead, this is going to be my outlet. In a Peter Griffin “You Know What Grinds My Gears”-esque list, I have decided to start putting my distaste for some people into words in order to actually say what everybody else in college is thinking.

Here’s a “toast” to them…

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