Oh my god, do I love it. I want food. I love food. I think about other food while I’m eating food. I look at recipes for food that I dream to make, but never do. I eat food as if I would never be able to eat it again. I eat food despite knowing that I’m going out to eat more food soon.
People who claim to not love food and are “addicted to the gym/diets” are pathological liars and closeted eaters (extremely positive I used that phrase wrong).
During my drive home from work this evening, Kelly Clarkson’s “Behind These Hazel Eyes” came on the radio. Whenever I hear that song (along with anything that was popular in 2007), I automatically think back to the summer of ‘07, when I would stay up until 5-6am just watching music videos on MTV and VH1, then sleep in until 12… Because I didn’t have a job or any other responsibilities.
I almost kind of miss not needing to rely on an alarm clock to wake up six days a week. That, and thinking that 7am was early.
It sounds so professional/tv show worthy, yet ghetto. I love that phrase.
If I were rich, I would use various animals for daily tasks just like the Flinstones’ did.
DBow, you cray.
My child.
Uncontrollable laughter took over my entire being within a matter of seconds.
(Source: roleykatsu)
This is one of the best things I’ve ever seen/read.
I need more time to think of a snappy URL.
