tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67237907959075798902024-03-20T00:22:41.846-07:0090 DAY PBJI'M GOING TO EAT A PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH IN 90 DAYSPBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-48332551540066213562008-02-24T15:21:00.000-08:002008-02-24T13:51:57.453-08:00DAY 0: THE TRAGEDYDear everyone,My name is Denise. I am Pbutter8's girlfriend. I hadn't heard from him for three days. I called. I text messaged. I emailed. Nothing. So today I went to his apartment to see if he was okay and found him like this: I had no idea he was planning to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. No one did. I also didn't know about this blog, but reading through it and the comments you've PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-78837018046502951532008-02-21T17:15:00.000-08:002008-02-21T17:25:52.940-08:00DAY 81: THE PRESSURE BUILDSToday was another day of depression and anxiety over the impending sandwich. I went to Barnes and Noble to see if I could find any books about people who have eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but when I asked the guy at the information desk if he had any he looked at me like I had a disease. Maybe I do. I know I said before that I don't have cancer...but maybe I have something else, PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-78415043210343885542008-02-20T13:55:00.000-08:002008-02-20T10:55:57.145-08:00DAY 82: THE POWER LUNCHDavid, this guy I work with, has been pestering me to take a lunch with him and discuss some ideas. I can't disclose where we work or what our ideas are because it's pretty top secret what we do.We went to the Corner Bistro just south of 14th street and both had the only thing on the menu worth getting: cheeseburgers (The only other option is a BLT, and you'd have to be crazy to get that). One PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-56003149932390733652008-02-19T15:00:00.000-08:002008-02-19T14:02:53.463-08:00DAY 83: SHOPPING FOR THE BIG DAYI knew this day would come. I had to pick up a few non-sandwich related items from the grocery store. I figured while I was there I should see what the local C-town had to offer by way of peanut butters. I think I kept it pretty cool and casual until I saw the bread aisle directly across the way. I bet they do that on purpose. PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-49945693941671892812008-02-18T15:47:00.000-08:002008-02-18T16:32:35.690-08:00DAY 84: THE DAY OFFToday was a holiday (President's Day), so I had off from work. I had intended to relax. That meant no thinking about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But I woke up to this email: Woah, pressure. I've thought about this a lot. Why not just eat it now? I said before I don't have a concrete answer. This guy is right. I DO want to eat this sandwich. More than anything. I'm fed up waiting, to bePBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-83098047147367654982008-02-17T15:30:00.000-08:002008-02-17T12:44:16.248-08:00DAY 85: THE TV EXECUTIVEI have not yet been contacted by any high-profile television executives with offers for my own show, but in case such a thing should occur I've come up with a few ideas. Extreme Makeover - Sandwich Edition: I travel the country helping orphaned children who only get bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Deal or No Sandwich: I shave my head and host as PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-37419989195893643972008-02-16T12:17:00.000-08:002008-02-16T12:43:01.992-08:00DAY 86: THE JELLY CONTAGIONTwo people have commented to say that they too plan to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Thank you. I cannot thank you enough for your support. This is not easy, and to know that you are by my side, dedicated to your own sandwiches - this will help me get through the next 86 days. Scientist's have a term for this infectious consumption of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It's called the PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-60209608919429184702008-02-15T11:00:00.000-08:002008-02-15T20:39:23.540-08:00DAY 87: THE VOID AFTERGod, today has been depressing. The full weight of what I'm doing hit me. I realized that this is the first time in my life - and it very well may be the last - that I know what I will be doing 90 days ahead of time (Well, 87 now, but you know what I mean).When have I ever had this kind of foresight before? When will I ever have it again? There are no answers to these questions. The day after I PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-57899386596422874022008-02-14T13:31:00.000-08:002008-02-14T13:32:41.079-08:00DAY 88: NEVERLAND88 days to go. As good a time as any to start thinking about peanut butter. The right brand is key. Consistency and spreadability matter.One thought I've had is to eat the sandwich with Peter Pan's creamy peanut butter. It's the brand I fantasized most about as a child. My mom pushed Skippy and would never buy Pan. The symbolism would be clear: I'm eating this sandwich because my mother didn't PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-60813006211801710522008-02-13T19:12:00.000-08:002008-02-13T18:44:04.544-08:00DAY 89: The FridgeI opened my fridge today and thought, wow, in 89 days I won't have any use for most of the food in here between noon and 1 p.m. (which is when I normally eat lunch). I'm sorry very vanilla soy milk. I'm sorry pudding snacks. I'm sorry leftovers in the blue container and cinnamon raisin english muffins. I'm sorry. Yet a part of me knows it's too early to make apologies. I'll likely eat most of PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723790795907579890.post-591211807083483812008-02-12T15:05:00.000-08:002008-02-13T20:09:14.627-08:00DAY 90: The DecisionToday is day 90. I decided that 90 days from now I'm going to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. How did I get to this point? Well, I'm not really sure. Too many club sandwiches and pizzas maybe...but I doubt that's it. All I know is that for weeks I've been thinking about a gooey peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You could say that today is more of my coming out. It's the day I decided to PBandJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10585399103810884748noreply@blogger.com1