I mean, whenver I saw those commercials, I got upset. The rabbit wants the cereal; what happened to sharing, you jackass kids?

I was wondering how to handle these feelings as a mature adult, when I realized

I'm me.

I can do whatever the fuck I want because I'm awesome. If I want to draw a bad stickfigure comic of me giving the Trix rabbit some cereal, I CAN MOTHER FUCKING DRAW A STICKFIGURE COMIC OF ME GIVING THE RABBIT THE CEREAL HE COVETS.

I mean, shit. Did anyone else feel for the rabbit? "There's this thing, you want it, I have it, and I am going to share it with all my friends and random strangers - but not you. Because you're different."

Fuck.

That.

Noise.