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I kinda wish Yahoo wouldn't keep putting their "Don't eat This" sections on the homepage. Pretty soon I won't be able to eat any of my favorite dishes at restaurants without feeling like a tub of lard. Not that eat much at restaurants anyway, but I did not need to know that the favorite restaurant of everyone back home is public enemy #1. *sigh* Then again, this column would probably black list half of Puerto Rican food, because we fry everything. Ah, the vestiges of an age when people were actually moving all day and not withering in a cubicle slowly dying from capitalism inertia. You remember me calling an office job my nightmare job? I was right. I don't even have a window! I feel like I'm drowning if I can't see the outside world.
I bought cheese today. I haven't bought cheese in ages, mostly because I'm always freaking out about fitting into my jeans, but then I looked in the mirror, noticed that I did look rather skinny like my aunt pointed out (she thought I wasn't eating right, confusing me, again, with my cousin), so I evaluated how much fat I was getting in my diet and the verdict is not much. I wasn't even trying. And since I do walk around a lot now, this could fall into the realm of not good, so I decided to indulge and buy cheese. Yes, I realize that other people would have bought ice cream or cake or something, but I don't sweets and I looove cheese, especially the really hard, sharp kind like this Gruyère, which I had to force myself to stop eating. It's sooo good. I think I'll start eating cheese every day again like I did when I was little. My mom always stocked at least five different kinds of cheese at once.
As usual, the kitchen smells funky. I'd never encountered a kitchen that didn't smell at least partly good before.
I'm 468 words into the essay. This one looks like fun, actually. If only I could concentrate and stop going on tangentsand stop watching a House episode at every break.
As usual, the kitchen smells funky. I'd never encountered a kitchen that didn't smell at least partly good before.
I'm 468 words into the essay. This one looks like fun, actually. If only I could concentrate and stop going on tangents
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