Bad:

Sporting a combination of heavy malnourishment and an everlasting craving for Chex Mix, I decided to stop by Ralphs with the intention of picking up a small bag to temporarily distract the beast known as hunger. Ralphs decided that it would be a wonderful day to sell the largest fucking, 1 pound, 20% more free bag of Chex Mix in the world for $2.50. Fuck you Ralphs. Clouded by the hunger and craving devils, I grabbed the luggage case of Chex Mix and headed to the cash register. Not before picking up a container of mozzarella cheese, because in accordance to my hunger-logic, picking up a container of mozzarella makes you look like less of a fat ass. Deceitful, deceitful hunger-logic… With my Chex Mix bag and mozzarella container in tote, I walked home swallowing handfuls of Chex Mix while making ‘nom’ sounds. The world can be so judgmental…

The bright side of the story is, I no longer want to eat Chex Mix, since that would be borderline cannibalism considering the fact that I am practically 78% Chex Mix.

I also have mozzarella cheese for tomorrow. Yay.

Good:

I got a pay raise, my books came in two days early, and I have waffles in my freezer. Fortune, I got you.

Bad:

Cooking blogs always make me want to own a cat. It’s very complicated. It’s very bad.

Bad:

I have such a fascination with carrying things in my mouth, that sometimes I occupy both of my hands when I’m at school just so I have an excuse to carry something with my mouth. It’s a habit that needs to stop.

Sad:

The last bit of a popsicle falling off the stick.