As with all my problems, I can connect food to them. I remember this day, when A made this for me at midnight to appease me. And then later that night a feeling of pure dooooooom. Wondering how life could possibly think you can handle all of these twist and turns. There’s a quote somewhere about God only giving challenges to those that can handle them. Yeah, he didn’t get the memo that… I’m weak. Pure weakling, jagged piece of uselessness and hopelessness. I can’t even get through a movie without losing a pound of faith, watching the news without a thirst for blood, or listen to a song without burning eyeballs.
But…Food! I love food. I can’t stop eating something because I ate it before a tragedy. Food is too good. It loves me back, doesn’t make me fat. When it smells, its a good thing. When it stinks, it can be a good thing. And when it’s on fire,it is on fire! Yay-yah!
As Liz says, I’m gonna go talk to some food about this.
Egg sandwich, homemade bread
