I can't say enough about how much I love Velveeta shells and cheese. Not only do I love the taste, but I love how I've had nothing but good memories to go along with it. Like for instance, my former roommate Natalie. It was the only thing her and I could agree on to eat. I hated hamburgers, she loved them, I loved veggies, she hated them. Velveeta was an easy pleaser. And it was ridiculous how much we ate of it a week, close to everyday. Man I miss Natalie, although she got annoying at times because she acted like my mother, she was just doing it out of love. Her and I were so opposite, and when I say opposite, I mean as opposite as opposite can get, but we got along so well. I miss when I'd be watching Ghost Hunters and eating chips and dip, and she'd come home complaining about work and being pregnant. I'd do anything to have her move back to the states. And I like how this entry went from Velveeta to Natalie.