February 26, 2002 :: 1:21 a.m.
oh, that damnable Dave Thomas!
I believe I am becoming something of a human garbage disposal. That is, if said garbage disposal resides in a house where the only food eaten is junk food. Which is precisely what my house is like. Seriously, I mean, it's gotten to the point where I would love to eat healthy things - I crave them, even - but it's just not convenient. That's the problem, really. I think there's some horrid conspiracy going on, a conspiracy aimed at making me as fat and unhealthy as possible. Because junk food is the only thing around. Well, no, we have soup and bread and cheese and pasta and rice and vegetables and things, but most of these items require preparation that I'm not willing to deal with. I'm lazy when it comes to feeding myself. If I had someone to cook for, I'd probably make all sorts of good things, but cooking for myself just seems pointless. I mean, I don't care what I eat, so why bother with the mess? I'm a grazer anyway, munching on a bit of everything I come across in place of eating actual meals.
You know what? Blah. This tirade was prompted by the fact that Joe and I went to Wendy's for movie-watching food and then proceeded to the gas station for cigarettes (for him) and a Watchamacallit (sp?)(for me). This is not an unusual occurrence. So Dave Thomas, I know you're dead and everything, but listen up: stop seducing me with your salty, greasy goodness. I can turn my back on the majority of your meat-laden menu, but when you start waving around the french fries, I crumble. And as if that isn't enough, you taunt me with your wonderfully delicious Frosties. "Dip your fries in me," it says, glistening and chocolatey. "I'm oh-so-yummy and you know you want me." Damn you, Dave Thomas. Damn you straight to the tenth ring of hell.
Is there a tenth ring of hell? I have no idea. No matter. If there wasn't before, there is now, because I say so and around these here parts, I am god. Goddess, rather.
*sigh* So yeah, after a nice little junk food-eating spree, we settled in to watch Dancer in the Dark. I love that movie. Selma is so adorable. If she were my neighbor, I'd invite her over for dinner and help her card pins and get her a seeing eye dog. But I most certainly would not take her money. Every time I see the movie, I hate Bill more. Even though I know perfectly well that he's going to be an asshole and take her money, I get all worked up and angry. Rrarrr. And he looks like a fish, too.
*yawn* I'm sleepy for some reason. I shouldn't be - I woke up around one this afternoon. I'm waiting for my brother to fall asleep so I can use our computer (I'm on my dad's). I borrowed some more CDs from Joe, and I want to burn them so I can return them tomorrow. Go to sleep, boy, I demand it. Now! Hmm, that didn't work. Oh well. I'm going to go read Naked and listen to soothing bedtime music. 'Night.
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