Eating Things Other Than Me

Lately I haven’t been sleeping well because of abdominal pain, plus one of the nastier colds I have ever had. It’s done me the pleasure of sticking around for about a week and a half. Yesterday, Amy came by with some groceries for me. I had realized that for about 3 days, I’d been eating only pretzels. Whoops. So after she left, I poured the biggest bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats I have ever eaten, and boy did it hit the spot!

So last night at about 4 a.m., I was still awake, and REALLY pissed off about the abdominal pain and the fact that sleep, the only escape I have from my body, was not coming. I was exhausted, and really, really grouchy about it. Amy had put ice cream on the grocery list for me, so I decided to make myself awake at 4 a.m. and HAPPY.

Usually when I have ice cream I take a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of chocolate and then mix them together into a sort of delicious soup.

But last night (this morning), I put about a thousand scoops of vanilla into a big bowl, and covered it with chocolate sauce.

It didn’t do anything for my figure, but I really couldn’t care less. I am not trying to impress anyone, or attract a boyfriend, so I say, bring on the motherfucking ice cream. If you bring it, I will eat it. Unless it has nuts in it. I really can’t stand the fact that people wreck perfectly good things like ice cream, cookies, and brownies by throwing fucking NUTS in them. It’s a texture thing. Why would you want to interrupt the river of creamy, icy goodness by putting in chunks of crap you have to CHEW?! Ice cream is about relaxing, and chewing is about giving your body essential nutrients. It’s like bringing your work home with you. It just kind of crosses the line between things you should enjoy and the things you have to endure to live.

Mix work and pleasure, and you world kind of collapses. The same happens for me when there’s nasty shit thrown into ice cream. And the same goes for pudding. Why on earth would anyone eat tapioca? All those slimy chunks and no flavor. What the hell’s the point? If you’re going to eat something that bad for you, you should at least be rewarded with delicious flavor.

Chumps.

edit at 11:45 p.m.: I have just re-discovered the Chewbacca Song by Supernova, thanks to this photo, by a random person on Flickr who goes by “Nagaina.

Chewbacca somewhere in Russia.

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