Random thoughts of a girl who used to try to fit in the box. Then I realized that boxes are stupid. Except this box, the one above. It's really pretty.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Please pass the Hersheys
Okay, so I think I've finally figured out that I'm not really a food addict - - I mean like a "real" food addict (you know, breakfast, lunch, dinner - - meat, eggs, stuff that could actually be good for you if eaten in moderation). I am more a junk food junkie. Food that can in no way be good for you and can in no way be eaten in moderation. Yup, that's me. Give me a bag of Lay's potato chips and ice cream, and I am in heaven. My breakfast used to consist of Diet Pepsi and chocolate. I gave up caffeine a few years ago and I am telling you that caffeine-free Diet Pepsi is not quite the same. But it still makes a pretty good breakfast. Given the choice of a nice dinner at a nice restaurant or a humongous hot fudge sundae from anywhere, I would 9 out of 10 times choose the ice cream . . . duh! It's something in my brain, I am sure of it. A real disorder. I think I need to be hypnotized, or lobotomized (not really), but something's gotta give.