The Munchies


Boy, have I got the munchies bad. I’m like a pig that can’t stop grubbing. Maybe I haven’t got enough on my mind, so all I can think of is food. I am blogging as a desperate attempt to remove my attention from eating, and maybe to disgust myself with my stunning performance in digesting diverse and copious amounts of food.

I am not going to bore you with a list, because it might look like a grocery list for a family of six. I haven’t gotten this bad since… since… I can’t even remember when. I think I’ll go shopping for clothes later tonight. That way, I’ll be reminded how many things WON”T fit me and my food-shoving strategies ain’t helping much either.

Argh. Anybody got a Snickers bar on their person? Please, I’m desperate!

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