Sometimes I can be so funny. I really like going through my old blog posts, sometimes to find inspiration, but most of the time just because I amuse myself. So when I find something I particularly enjoy, I’ll share it here.
I hate getting a bad bag of beef jerky. It’s like getting a great piece of cake and then someone sneezes on it. It’s such a tease, because it’s beef jerky. And then it’s gross. And then I’m sad.
Not that anyone has sneezed on my cake before, Diary. If they had, I would punch them in the face.
Last night the The Destroyer and I were discussing our thoughts on suicide and the people that commit or attempt it, and in the process I used an analogy that compared life to a giant piece of luscious chocolate cake. I’ve been thinking about cake a lot. Also I can apparently turn any discussion into a talk about food. Even suicide. But food is a much more enjoyable topic, anyway, Diary. Not that you would know. I don’t make crumbs.