food

food sucks. fuck food. if I didn't have to eat to stay alive, it would be a rare occasion that I did eat. this is all coming from the fact that nothing tastes good. well, at least nothing in my house tastes good. pizza, burritos, and cheeseburgers taste good. that's it. fat, melted cheese, and meat.

here's how the average morning goes for me: wake up at 10:something, muster up the motivation to shower, convince myself to put clothes on after much deliberation, go to the kitchen... "hmm what should I eat for breakfast? cereal is all carbs (plus milk, but that's not a lot of protein). so since the two things I can make for breakfast are cereal and eggs with toast, I'll probably go with eggs and toast." every morning it's exactly this.

and what's up with people who can only write when they're mad about something? how lame is that? how about you get some real ability and learn to write even when you don't want to.