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You know, I have this whole love affair with food thing. Like, I'm totally emotionally involved with it. It's probably a good thing, because otherwise I could easily see myself having the potential to lean toward doing the anorexic thing. But the love for the food is too strong. I will sometimes be bad about food, and not eat enough, and my appetite has suffered in the past due to depression, but I've never been able to stay away from food very long. I'm like Kevin James, when he's all "I throw a little party inside my brain, when I see food coming at the restaurant. I pretend I'm listening to what the person I'm with is saying, but really, I'm like "Oh, YES!!! Here come the onion fritters. Yesssssss." Hee! That's so me. God.

I like how I don't even pretend to have a defined topic, when I write in this thing. Heh. I'm all "here's what's on my mind right now. Ready? Ramble!" It's like the equivilent of walking up to someone, and talking to them as if you're already in the middle of a conversation. Heh. Ah, well.

So, now that we've established there's no fluidity or logic to my entries, I'm gonna go ahead and change topics without even a hint of a segue. Because I'm a rebel like that, yo. Hee. Not really. But we'll keep that on the down low. So, anyway, my day was all right. ( I woke up feeling kind of off, because I had bad dreams last night. )

A! S-S! H-O! L-E! Everybody!

Today wasn't too bad, and I was in a relatively good mood when I left for work. I got my debate on, and went Poppy on Mickey's ass (Joe's uncle, who is STILL HERE, by the way). Hee. ( Okay, maybe I should explain that, since none of you really know much about my Grandpa. )